The Agonizing Wait

As the actor walks nervously,

Covered by the dropped curtains,

Trying to adjust his coat and saying the same line for ages now.

The light from the stage shimmers on his black polished shoes, 

And the actor peeks through to see the deciders of his fate.

Like a perfect median that will complement the actor

and satisfy its listeners,

There the MIC stands.

Tall, but lacking purpose.

And so it absorbs the energy of the gathering audience, only 

to translate it in the delivery of its commander.

While the audience constantly cross their legs and crack their neck for the hundredth time,

Thinking if this would be worth their time?

The black shoes supporting the stride of an actor

Silences the audience to its echoes.

The actor acknowledges the audience,

and,

the MIC finds its match.

And thus, ends the agonising wait