Untitled right now.

A switch is flicked.
The curtain opens.
The stage is flooded with light.
A lone actor sits there
Waiting for a queue.
It is time.
His voice echoes, strangely,
As all eyes are on him.
But the actor does not feel the pressure.
Soon someone joins him.
The audience laughs,
And the actors are elated,
For that is, to them, the best part of the production:
Laughter from the audience.
The play is over all too soon
For actors and audience both.
Congratulations, again and again
In the receiving line.
Tonight they are done,
But tomorrow it starts again
When a switch is flicked
And the curtain opens.