Thursday, December 16, 2004
|The house lights dimmed. The stage lights came up and the curtains creaked open. A spotlight shone on a bare stage. Scuffling sounds came from stage right. A rumpled girl backed onto the stage, eyes large with fright. Hands reached out and pushed her closer to center stage, voices whispered encouragement. The girl glanced at the wrinkled notes in her sweaty hands. She glanced nervously off-stage and there were more encouraging whispers. Looking up into the lights she lifted her chin and said,
“WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING HERE??”
OK, now that I’m over the empty white page syndrome…. I'll be back, I just have to figure out how (sound of shuffling papers) to do this.