The Stage (standard:non fiction, 217 words)
Author: Mentally Disturbed Teenager	Added: Dec 09 2000	Views/Reads: 3739/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I spend a few moments in the school auditorium.

The Stage 

The lights flicker, pulsing, almost as if they were alive.  I walk in
the doorway leading backstage, and walk out on the stage.  Slowly, 
deliberately, I put one foot down, then another, testing the stage. 

I wander around for a while.  I circle the Dunkin Donuts counter,
trailing my fingers along the edge.  I pace forward to the red 
curtains.  They were made of velvet, and were heavier than I thought 
they would be.  I crossed the front of the stage.  Sitting on the 
couch, I looked out at the audience. 

Empty seats, two doors, the light box.  To my right, across the stage,
was another door. 

In front of me, and little to the to the left, was a piano.  Wondering
if I could play it, I walked down the steps. 

Looking inside of the piano, I saw a piece of paper, and some candy
wrappers.  Why would anyone do that? 

I ran my fingers over the keys.  Even though I could hear the kids
outside, the piano and stage still filled me with peace, quiet, and a 
sense of awe. 

I looked at my watch.  15 minutes had gone by, and I had to go. 
Sighing, I walked across the stage and out the door, leaving the living 
being called an auditorium behind.


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