The time was closing in; to get out from the small visitors waiting room and go on the stage to deliver (the goods/stuff) no matter if its speech, performance or whatever. The center of this room scene was my reflection in mirror as I was siting in front of it, with a room door behind my back.
To say, that I am stressing is a weak comparison. I am freaking out to the point, that if someone barge in, it will see a schizophrenic scene from movies, when the main character was talking to himself, or mirror image as if it was different secondary character or characters.
"This is bad!..."
"Its okay, you got this."
"Nah, the chances are pretty solid."
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"But the threshold is brutal."
"You put into it you soul, time and blood. That's like half work already done."
"Its hard because it is important. You don't starting to think, that putting only half effort into it, will ever get you anywhere?"
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"Whaa?…"
"Its means, that you got where you are by putting in all you have."
"Yeah. The only things that is left to do, is to put your hand into the lions den, grab and drag out the winners prize."
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A knock on door, kick out me from a dialog, as I hasty glanced back. It was a staff noticing me, that my time has arrived. I must go.
Last check up, fixing posture. Mirror shows my back on my walk toward the door, hesitantly grabbing the door knob. Last deep inhale and exhale, and whit proudly body language; I walk out.
Door has closed…
A silence and loneliness conquer this room…
Yet… this mirror shows movement…
I was returned to the reflection in a mirror.
A person (in mirror) lean from side of the frame towards the center of the mirror, gaze turned toward the door. No, this was… this person was, not in room… this person was inside the reflection. And yet, from other side of the mirror frame, an another me leaned onto mirror as if it was a glassed window on a house. The second me looked at the door too. When they get sure, I was not returning back, or nobody else arriving, the two me exchange a glance.
"We shall soon find something else to do, this leads nowhere."
"Yeah, lately its starting to get boring pretty fast. Yet, convincing someone to talk is getting harder and harder."
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"True, true. Good old times, were better for interaction."
"In the old times, all we need to do; was make a mist, fire, or thunder, and they beg us for talking to them."
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"Even the medium thingy is not as it was."
"Yeah, we shall move."
They make this noises and gestures of understanding, and after that, both of me withdraw back beyond the sides of a mirror frame.
They were gone and, once more, the silence take the waiting room… [End]