by Latif Mercado (Author)

I stepped onto the the humongous empty stage, the knot in my throat practically choking me. I was scared to blink as my tears were on edge as I watched as the stagehands scurried like madmen, rolling across with scaffolds and other equipment. I knew what the set would look like from the many drawings we've seen over the past several months, and now it was all coming to life.I couldn't believe how far off I was when I tried and imagine what this day would be like. This was some real shit, so real in fact that I felt out of place. Like what the fuck am I doing here?

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