Life of the Stage

The adrenalin. The heavy curtain disappears, the fourth wall is now invisible as he lights blind, but thankfully turn the audience into nothing more but a hazy mist.

It’s an escape, you’re anything, anyone but yourselves up there and for most, it’s a relief. For everyone it’s excitement.

All attention is on you, watching every flicker of your emotion, hanging on your every word. Laughing along with you and sobbing at the injustice you face.

It gives you life. It gives freedom. You have so much power and a gift to give. It’s the best feeling in the world.

And it’s yours.

This is Part Ten (the finale)for a gift I made for D'quer Jyi-Weil in the February to April Gift Exchange on FictionNET (http:sycotic .org /fnet)

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