Time’s Up

Alone embracing the darkness of the room, captive in it’s momentary solitude. Anxious and fidgety, his right foot mindlessly tapping. Sweat trickled down his face. Breathing and heartrate elevated. Wished he had a blunt, a shot of Henny or anything to calm his nerves. His time was drawing near. He knew this day would come. His fate was predestined and years in the making.
Suddenly the door opened. Bright lights and blaring music flooded the room.
“Yo Man, it’s Time”
He stepped into the corridor and waited. “This is it” he thought. It’s now or never.
“Coming to the stage….”

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