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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.
Victor D López
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