“Our absence was my language.”
I remember the agonising wait in that muggy basement, feeling increasingly sick as it gets closer to my turn. In the audience I hear my friends laughing at the others. I consider another cigarette but my mouth is dry and I know I’ll be sick. Suddenly Sarah’s up there. That means I’m on next. Oh my God, I’m on next. She finishes. Everyone claps. My heart is pounding. He calls my name. I step into the light and… don’t remember a thing. I’ve watched the video back since and don’t remember a thing about it.
