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It’s opening night of Peter Austin’s new broadway play, The Golden Egg, and the wealthy producer Julia Budder is throwing a lavish party in her lavish Manhattan townhouse. Downstairs the celebrities are pouring in, but the real action is upstairs in the bedroom, where a group of insiders have staked themselves out to await the reviews. The group includes the excitable playwright; the possibly unstable wunderkind director; the pill-popping leading lady, treading the boards after becoming infamous in Hollywood; and the playwright’s best friend, for whom the play was written but who passed up this production for a television series. Add to this a drama critic who’s panned the playwright in the past and a wide-eyed coat check attendant/aspiring singer on his first night in Manhattan, and you have a prime recipe for narcissism, ambition, childishness, and just plain irrationality that infuse the theatre. But don’t worry: This play is sure to be the hit they have all been hoping for. Terrence McNally’s It’s Only a Play, is alternately raucous, ridiculous, hilarious, and tender – reminding audiences why there’s no business like show business.