The Speaker and His Body
Have you ever been made to go on stage? I kindly assure you that it is a feat I would most reluctantly perform without proper encouragement and and persuasive suggestion. The people around you will tell you how fun it might be or how proud they are to see you up there, but i assure you, they are only trying to mask the true dread that accompanies being on stage.
Imagine this, you’re waiting below the stage, anxious obviously, your palms are sweaty and the collar around your neck feels like its there for the sole purpose of strangling you to death. The atmosphere thickens as your mind plunges into a mix of confusion and anxiety.
It’s your turn to step up onto the wooden stage. The three steps leading to it feels like mount everest and every step you take gets heavier. You’re praying to your keeper above that you will keep your feet from tripping. When you reach the top, the humidity escapes you and you’re greeted by an unfriendly chill. Your blood rushes faster than it should to keep your mind at pace with you bodily actions.
You step towards the microphone and your lips prepare themselves to speak, but they automatically smile at the crowd. You’re like, “Hey lips, why are you smiling like there’s no tomorrow?” And obviously you look like a fool and your head starts turning red like a plum. “Hey head, whats with the color?” Your mind is racing and you look like the biggest fool in the room.
It takes you five seconds( which feels like an eternity past) to regain full function of your body. And you deliver your speech with absolute fluency because you had already rehearsed it for a week. The audience gives a standing ovation and you take a bow and step of the stage. And you say to your body” That was all me! yeah! None of you could screw me over!” :)
