Icarus Verilog works - IV

The curtains raised and the scene started. My small conversation with you gave me only that small hint that i was able to perceive from you. So "Not them" - hoping that my inference was right. Actually you gave me no indications whether i was right or wrong.

That made me wonder - how many times i did things "For Them"? Didnt speak up thinking what "They" will think? Didnt help out someone because "They" thought it was uncool? Tried to get along with "Them" trying to appease "Them" when i did not want to.

I thought of the times i made someone innocent suffer - mostly my dear ones because of "Them". "They" had no business in mine but i let "Them" interfere. Why should I?

I asked the question and half the crowd vanished from the audience. Most of the people i only knew by faces and names only had gone. I feel lighter now a bit more confidant. There are lesser sets of eyes staring at my actions. I can see my friends and family and that mysterious fellow in the corner shadows.

Oh - i see now - not them but isnt the actor supposed to be acting for the audience. I look at you - i know you can hear my thoughts. You smile and shake your head saying no. That could mean so many things. Are they not the audience - so then whom am i supposed to be acting for - why am i on the stage in the first place. With that ever calming smile you point at me.

Before i can think about it a group of black figures surround me. I can guess their intentions were to harm me. I start defending - pushing them away - they come one at a time in the beginning and then in groups. What they want is not clear. But there was no room for my thoughts with them around. I was struggling to clear them off - and completely forgot what was happening. So involved in the process that i forgot it was a play - i forgot i was on stage - i forgot that it is not real.