Screw It... Why Not?

*Ahem...*

"Hello-o-o-o-o-o?"

"Anyone there-ere-ere-ere-ere?"

*Trevor squints into the darkness, trying to see what lies beyond the edge of the stage, trying to stifle a cough that attempting to clear the dust that entered his lungs upon speaking into the microphone that has been left unused for months...*

*He opens his mouth again to speak, inhaling as he tries to form the words that will portray the stories he wants to tell, but when the air moves again from his lungs into the open air, no words are said... Instead, a small sigh takes their place.*

"what do i say?"


"no one is out there... no one is listening... not that i can see..."


"why would anyone have come here to listen to me anyway? i myself haven't been on stage for... what? half a year?... it's dark... the spotlight hasn't turned on... i'm sitting here in a black void"


*Trevor turns on his heel and takes a step toward the small door in the back corner of the stage - the one he had entered through - but then pauses*

"i could tell them about the "flood" that destroyed half of my house this summer..."


"i could tell them about this past semester and how it caused me to worry about my future plans..."


"ha. i could tell them about me being married and about the wedding and honeymoon and how being a married man feels and..."


"nah... i want something with substance... something with deep meaning... something that people will read... and read again... and show other people.  something that will make people say "huh, that was real..."  


*Trevor slowly turns and stares at the microphone that is barely visible in the heavy darkness that blankets the room.  He awkwardly shuffles his way to it and again inhales, hoping that this time a rich sea of words might come flowing from his lungs, his mind, his heart.*

*His head droops as once again, words fail and his emotions lose him in both confusion and frustration*

*Slowly, he raises his head and stares straight into the face of the darkness in front of him*

"I came to say something... I do not know what... And I do not know if anyone is listening... But I find that I have nothing to say anyhow... Maybe I will be back soon and maybe I won't... When I do, maybe I will have something to say and maybe I won't.  In the meantime I will keep doing what I have been doing and hope that I can find a way to share something that is worth sharing with you."

"Goodbye"