You're On Your Way.

Your play ends up called "Titus Andronicus." It's a total sword-fest, stage-blood everywhere and most of the principal characters wind up dead. It goes down a storm, especially in the cheap seats.

It's unlikely that it's a play that's going to be studied by school kids 400 years from now, but the chances of gaining a commission to write another play look hopeful, and your days of parking horses are over. You are now, officially a Writer.

On the downside, this means that you now have to write a follow up.