I step from one foot to the other. My hands rest against my legs, which are clad in dark Navy jeans. I wore a white striped shirt. Second-hand Doc Martens adorn my feet. I lean back into the dusty wall that supported my back. Grey bleachers surrounded the old stage I stood on. Old spotlights, long since forgotten, swung their rusty heads to peer down on the girl standing on their stage. Ripped, rotten curtains shook their heads in dismay;...

I step from one foot to the other. My hands rest against my legs, which are clad in dark Navy jeans. I wore a white striped shirt. Second-hand Doc Martens adorn my feet. I lean back into the dusty wall that supported my back. Grey bleachers surrounded the old stage I stood on. Old spotlights, long since forgotten, swung their rusty heads to peer down on the girl standing on their stage. Ripped, rotten curtains shook their heads in dismay;...