Theater
I was sitting on the steps of the choir room’s bleachers with a script and a notebook in my hand writing away. When I am alone, people would usually see me doing this because freestyle writing is what makes me most happy, so that’s not a huge surprise. For all they knew I was writing out grocery lists, a string of errands to run, my next great manifesto or taking notes on others before me. What would surprise others, if they looked a bit more closely, is that I was shaking. My whole body was, it was very subtle, only a highly trained individual would be able to see it. I was semi curled up like a boiled shrimp, my head lower than it usually would be, and my body was closing itself up. Why? Because I was afraid, borderline terrified, and trying not to show it. Then again, this is how I usually am as I white knuckle myself through most days. This particular day, however, was more challenging than most to my already frag...