Label: Bleeding For The World

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean? Umm.. I-I am senior in highschool, I'm...a girl. I play socc--"

"No."

She stares with dread inside her soul, hoping that, at length, he'll gently fold.

"Who are you?"

Silent tears slipped down her face. Why did she choose this dangerous place?

"Why are you here?"

"I..I came here to grow and learn more and...please, I don't understand, if you could--"

"No, you understand me. You understand me perfectly."

Inside the theater, the silence screams. The clock ticks by forever, it seems.

"What purpose do you have? Tell me. Why are you alive?"

Oh God it hurts! The pain inside. The thoughts now unanswered have nowhere to hide.

"I...I..."

"Tell me."

Her heart rips as the man harshly spoke, and after a while she brokenly croaks:

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"...No."

"Why?"

No response forms on her lips, the grief crushes down in a sorrowful grip.

"There. That is what she feels. That pain, that sorrow, that hopelessness. To live your character with full honesty, you must find that connection between you and her. Then, when you feel it, your audience will feel it also."

She stares at him, aghast in pain. He tips her a smile, old and wane.

"We are the gladiators, my dear - for the world comes to watch us bleed. There is no greater captivation. And there is no greater art....Do you still want to continue?"

For a moment, not a word is said. And then she slowly nods her head.

"Good girl. Now sit and tell me. Tell me how she...how you tried to commit suicide."

And so she paints the girl once more, her heart bleeding red as she sits on the floor.

The clapping comes forth far after she's done, the intimate viewer now utterly won.

And as she sits with tears on her cheeks, a smile creeps forth with the joy that she seeks.

"Thank you, my girl. That was wholey breathtaking, truthfully honest, and completely and utterly...beautiful."

Sources: My own acting experience and ventures.

Ingredients: Desperation, fear, hope, acceptance, and strength.