The lights go up and the audience gives their applause. I stand still, I breathe, I walk towards the microphone. I speak.
"The guts to stand exposed and achieve your dreams when a story is crying out to be told. A naïve vein keeps a creative flow through you that can help you stand naked in your own awareness of that vacuum of things you need to achieve. The humility of taking notice of your own surroundings: shaken awake to what is right in front of you. There is always a reason not to sit still." 'Act natural', you whisper to yourself. 'Natural...what is that?', you respond to your own thought.
I pause. I look up, reverberating applause, bright lights, smoke, I take a deep breath in, and I sit.
