I was twenty, lying on the stage in the blackbox theatre at my college. It was a Tuesday or Thursday afternoon, I think. The building was quiet, and all I could hear was the buzzing of the stage lights and our breathing. I was terrified. There I was, alone with a teacher, being still, vulnerable, and graded for my participation.
Beautiful
This is beautiful. Finding your voice is always a revelation. Thank you for sharing your gifts to the world. We need your voice!
Love this; you are a wonderful writer.
I remember similar stories you shared with me. This made me tear up. I'm so glad you are sharing this with the world.