Actor
Certain tendencies keep my inner thespian trapped behind the veil of transparency. Hiding all of my masks in a trunk along with matching costumes. Stage fright consumes my every molecule,I tremble uncontrollably at the meer idea of performing for the crowd,or in my case "the critics." Every word scrutinized. Every line analyzed! I can feel them tear down my one man show and writing horrible reviews in today's edition of the "Addictee." As people read it with their morning coffee I hear their scoffs and grunts. With every judged word I move further backstage until I am almost at an exit sign in the rear of the venue. Fear has caused perspiration to drench this costume. I throw caution to the wind,take off the mask and soaked costume so that the critics can see the true me as i make my way to the curtain. Pushing them apart I start to pour my heart out on the stage. Yelling at the top of my lungs until my throat is raspy and barely coherent. I've lost all fear,I'm revealing my true self.... I'm,I'm,speaking to an empty room.
2020-04-13 14:48:28
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