The stage is empty.
A spotlight comes up center stage.
The Guy emerges from the dark and is found in the light.
The light is pretty hot. He has to squint to see. He might even be sweating a little.
But it might not be the lights. he’s also nervous.
Because when he typed the date for today’s play, he realized he’s probably only a week away from finding out of the packet he sent on 2.12.2007 has been accepted and if this thing he’s been working on is going to come to something big.
Yeah. It’s not the spotlight at all.
He’s scared out of his mind.
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