Reduced to my normal self, I purge the bigness required of the stage from my persona and slip into a folding seat. A few rows back from the rest of the hopefuls, I try to catch my breath and still my knees while staring at my shoes. Alone and unable to decipher the whispers shared in the rows before me, I resign myself to my thoughts and begin to criticize my audition, starting with my silent
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