Jacob
Center stage.
Add lights then sound.
He is.
This is not his beginning nor his role but his passion.
He speaks, and his words sound more his own then mere written lines of old.
He lives it, breathes it, and loves it.
He is an actor.
The first I had known.
My own inspiration that led me to stage despite myself.
Alighted to his pedestal he transforms.
From the funny, sweet boy whom I've walked the halls with to a giant voice that rings in the theatre, who's only reality becomes the fantasy of a playwriter's mind.
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