“All the world’s a stage and the men and women merely
players, they have their entrances and their exits”.
Looking out, audience faces beaming and they cling to every
word. You search in the crowd to see someone, anyone you know if only for some
comfort. You look down and see yourself in a costume that ordinarily you would
never be seen dead in, but to become someone else, even if only briefly, gives
you a sense of release. Every controlled step you take was carefully
constructed over months of work to get to this point. You see your partner on
stage who gives you that little reassuring smile that you so craved, and that
all too familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach soon disappears as you
utter those first important words. “Help!…”
-R x.
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