It moves too fast. It moves too slow. It never feels paced. Did I do it right? Did it all go awry? What did I do wrong? The noise keeps distracting me. Tick, tick, tick. Please make it stop. I’m not ready for the end of the act. There are still lines I want to say. The room stops and waits, As I sit like stone in my final spotlight. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Doubt floods my mind. What if I’m not ready?