appearances
Cold moon, I remember when I'd look up and breathe in the night air and dream of velvet and snow. You were there again tonight, and I was alone as well. Well met, or something like that, you might've said. The smell of burning sugar wound its way through the air, almost bringing the warmth with it, and a lady with wings or blades of light walked past. Focus outwards, breathe, focus on a point, an audience member, a character trait; never look inwards, never let yourself be truly naked in front of the audience, that is disaster, emptyness without meaning, a stutter, an embarrassed pause. No. Look outwards, breathe, focus on a point in the room.