The Audition

"The Audition"

I wait behind the curtain,
It's dusty heat pressuring my chest.
You sit with impatient arms,
And impatient hands,
With your impatient self watching
me
Stand with nervous eyes,
And nervous legs
And nervous mind.

I walk beside the curtain,
It's mothy smell wafting over my nose.
You scribble on paper with your sharp pen,
And sharp stare,
With your sharp heels digging into the floor that
i
Walk to face you with a blank face
A blank past,
And a blank résumé.

I stand before the theatre,
It's empty seats judging my every move.
You smile your heavy smile,
And heavy eyelids fall,
With your heavy legs pushing you further from
me
While I try with my helpless voice,
And helpless thoughts,
And helpless aspirations.

I pause, I think, I wait.
You pause, You think, You wait.
"Next."