The First Incounter

Lights...Silence...
Breath in... Breath out
Relax, I tould myself as I step on stage.
It was my first time.
Not to be on stage nor to be watched.
It was my first time to act.
I always saw what directors tould the actors.
I read it in books.
I heared it a million times in television.
Who would have though it will be this hard!

I'd have to be the character and not myself.
My heart was pounding.
"I memorize it all ready so what could go wrong?"
I said to myself, pretending to be strong.
This is it. All eyes are on me now.
I have to do it. I have to do all that I can.

"the raven himself is hoarse"
"that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan"
don't slip! don't slip
wait! next line, next line
"under my battlements. Come you spirits..."
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"great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter
thy letters have transported me beyond this
ignorant present and I feel now the future
in the instant."

Bow.
wait! is this applaud?
I was good?
How?
I still can't believe it myself.
After that I kept saying to myself that
I made it when everything I saw was blank on stage.

It was my first incounter with the stage.
It was my first incounter with acting.
It was my first incounter with myself.