i stop at my line
not forgetting it,
not wanting to deceit
i stand in the spotlight, silent
while everyone's waiting
for a definite answer
'yes', 'i do', whichever works
but i do, the unexpected
i turn around and leave
expectedly, everyone gasps
as i turn to look back at the crowd
someone stands up
and their clap echos through the theatre
all for my anonymous victory
behind the scenes:
he stares back at me from across the table. say something, his eyes say, agree to this. i stare back with big eyes, exposing my anxious thoughts.
his act is done, mine has started. my line is written for me when his is written by himself. i don't have control over what i say, yet i have to play as if my words are not retained.
the crowd looks at us, waiting for this play to go on. people are looking around, trying to find the cause of this problem. It's here, the place you avoid glancing at, i think. i ponder over my next move, either i say my line or anything else won't do. our audience doesn't expect less than a plot twist. should i give them the expected unexpected?
i do what i said i'd do to him before the show. i stand up from my seat, and make every person on the edge of their seat.
i go off script.
"no, i dont want this" i declaim. "i won't stand this". I start to walk towards the back of the stage when i heard the claps. they're rhythmic and loud. i turn around to see them standing on the stairs, coming towards the stage. they smiles while looking at me, while my world falls apart and reforms.