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.
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