Jun 19, 2018 · 1 min read
The mic awaits.
As the actor walks nervously,
Covered by the dropped curtains
Trying to adjust his coat and saying the same lines for ages now,
& The light from the stage falls on his polished black shoes;
Thus the actor peeks through to see the deciders of his fate.
Like a perfect median that will complement the actor and satisfy its listeners.
There, the mic stands, tall but lacking purpose
And so it absorbs the energy of the gathering audience;
Only to translate it into the delivery of its commander.
While the audience cross their legs and crack their necks for the hundredth time
Thinking if this would be worth their time,
The black shoes supporting the stride of the actor silences the audience to its echoes.
The actor acknowledges the audience and the mic finds its match.
And so,
The Agonizing Wait Ends.
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