I ****** the stage with silence so the audience anticipates the articulation of words that soon spill out of my mouth.
The show lights blind my eyes so all I can see are headless ghosts sitting in rows, neatly compact in a spiritual communion.
My mind stutters, body shudders, yet the line is plain to see as it was painted on my lips - ready to perform, ready to be spoken.
Narration courses through my lungs to produce cornered speech, creating an introductory-zone for the others to encroach behind me
And there we were, separated into our own character beams while I stood with shallow confidence at the forefront.
Though I'm not a main lead, or a side character, or a set piece, I am the narrator. I carry the weight of the story, And I carry the ears of those who listen.
I was never an expressive actor, but the small roles I was given at school plays and home-brewed sketches I was grateful for.