Sara Pion

Audition

Heart pounding,

The door laughs at me.

Chicken.

My hand trembles all the way to the icy, metallic knob.

My own laziness teases me.

I should’ve studied longer. Harder.

Do I know all the lines? Lyrics? Dance steps?

I hope.

“You’re next.

Break a leg.”




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