The lights dimmed and finally turned off. Everyone was clapping as if my fall seemed to be part of the show. How naïve of those people to clap at such of a thing, I couldn’t wake up no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t wake up. I was lost in complete darkness I was in a room of a bitter cold and a nagging heat like I was between heated coals and icy shards. Then I heard an eerie silence, as if the hell I had been picturing came to meet me at the very stage I acted my scene on. Then I heard someone remark stage fright. Yes stage fright that’s what my scene was… stage fright.

have been burnt to a dark brown, ashy, crisp. Instead they walked back into the blue cool darkness, unscathed, unscarred, and untouched. They were breathing heavily, as if the air within them evaporated in the stinging hot center of the stage… hells stage. The next three people walked out into the forbidden land of flame, these people I knew, Jessica, Jack, Jeremiah. They had trouble preparing for this torture that was about to be brought upon them. The four of us made a promise and tried to cure our fear of becoming lost within the bright light that we were about to encumber. I remember when we walked through the backstage doors getting our equipment ready, we would look at ea

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