It was my solo. The high note of my BIG song. My voice cracked, and I couldn't contain the tears.
Of course I was upset. Of course I cried. Of course I screamed.
But that was afterwards. For those few moments immediately after The Crack- which to me still feel like hours- I stood still, my eyes piercing into the back of the audience, wishing for something else. Anything but this hatred.
I feel isolated- like the world boils down to just me and my spotlight- there is nothing else.
But then the world returns to normal speed, and I'm standing, and the audience's faces aren't screwed up with horror- they're actually smiling, and they're standing too, and clapping! The show has finished without a hitch!
There was no Crack. There was no silence. There were no tears.
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