Shaking.

Performance was today.

One was so freaked out the night before she didn't sleep the hours needed
In the morning, a blackout happened and dizziness returned to haunt
Lost voices and trembling bodies
The last rehearsal right before the actual event was bland and skimmed.

But people encouraged you and calmed your uncontrollable nerves
They were so nice and warm it worked, and it worked good

One then decided to have fun like before and enjoy Emily and her darkness.
Feed on the energy of the other actors and feed them your own.
Make use of her thumping heart and shallow breathing,
And become Emily.

One really did feel the pain Emily suppressed and hid.

One broke down and mucus drowned out tears.

And apparently, it was good.

One thought it was overacting and barely controlled emotions which should have been more controlled, since certain lines became unplanned slurs and unrehearsed tones.

But apparently it was good.


People hugged you one after another,
Until you stopped being uncomfortable and accepted hugs as they were,
And until you stopped crying and even after that.

Tears, sweat and cheers blurred into a mushy pillow of happiness you didn't think you'd feel, at least not when it'd started off as a pretty bad day and the last rehearsal was terrible.





My hands are shaking right now
I don't want to be cliched or self-absorbed or dramatic

My thoughts are flowing mercury that solidify even before the volcano can erupt.

I don't know what I'm writing.
But I'm so glad I tried out the audition.
I'm so glad that I picked that weird egg monologue.
I'm so glad I put in everything I had.
I'm so glad that everything turned out okay and I really did fufil the promise to myself and bring back something warm and bubbling.

A month's preparation.

I really did make the right choice of trying.

And the people!
Oh god, the people.

They're so nice. :>

Talking Dreams---Echosmith