with a soft red top
he stood, face glistening in the spotlight
his character was funny, however
i couldn't bring myself to laugh.
i was in awe.
i, a lowly peasant to his acclaimed king,
was in awe of his greatness.
he leaves the stage, exiting left.
must he go?
he walks past me.
"****, don't look."
he goes past, turns in my direction
i turn redder than his hair, i move slightly to the left
and in that moment,
every bone in my body said
screamed
shouted
"wow."
