The audience is waiting and all I can think of are excuses to leave.
I’m so shy and clumsy, why did I agree to this?
Maybe I can fool them into believing that I’m everything they expect.
Afterwards I’m told it was a success (in terms of what?). I convert my pay to a different means of escape, then make my way home in a haze of numb confusion. I shut the door behind me…for the last time.