In all my nervousness I wrote everything below on a Word document while sitting in front of 45 people in a practice studio before the very second play I had acted in my entire life.
Image credit of Christer! Don’t SUE me
Look. I know you’re worried.
I am too. It doesn’t mean shit what people think. Sticks and stones. I can just sit here all day and nothing would change. Michael would hate me but eh
Be calm. Get up. You’re doing fine.
You got up. It feels better now. Don’t look at them or her… Okay, maybe sneak a peek. Hora’s missing. You have to type this. They’ll think about this, you sitting down in the corner and worrying about things. It looks completely natural.
So much sound. Laughter… laughter affirms. That’s good. Thirst, thirst lasts. I hear Sankar. It’s scary but thrilling at the same time. Type the first essay you’ve typed for a long time. Type a long one. It’s going to be worth it. They’ll think it is the pre-set. Xinyu… fuck I can hear him. Don’t ride the anxiety. Make it your bitch. The world doesn’t exist. It’s a project room. It’s a wall. The audience is the world… and nothing at the same time. Your voice doesn’t shake. It’s a tough life to live. Your project mate’s missing. You have to complete this. You should. Everything will be okay once this ends…
Type type some more they’ll look and you should forget because it’s a fuckin wall that’s there. I feel good. Really, really good. Type fast type furiously type as much as you possibly can in this short period of time. It adds to the atmosphere. She’s in the front row you can feel the blood in your veins rushing rushing rushing your head is red your blood is red your sweat and tears are there it’s fine you can do it all you can feel it all everyone you know is on the fucking carpet fuck.
Machiam crime watch
lmao the audience is pretty lukewarm
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