Kaminari : Auditorium-

As the boy awaited the girls jurisdiction, he was rather pleasantly surprised that she wasn't as frustrated as he was expecting her to be. He gave her a quick smile as he swiftly headed into the seats, and began relooking over the lines. If he could recall, this was from a well-known play written by the brilliant playwright, William Shakespeare. Kami often found himself reading over the lines multiple times in his bedroom, before falling into a deep slumber. He felt like he could easily relate himself to the speaker of these lines, despite the feeling that he couldn't remember which play this was from or what it was about. He sat down, partially oblivious to the auditionees on the stage.

The auditions were fleeting as the auditionees swiftly flew through the stage with their lines and critiques. As the boy continued reviewing, behavior a tiny smile as he finally understood the meaning of these simple, and yet meaningful lines. As he assured himself with a sigh, he suddenly flinched when hearing his name called. He nervously left his seat and walked towards the stage, reciting the lines in his head with complete understanding. His confidence quickly waned as he stepped onto the stage, with many people staring directly at him.

He almost lost it.

Kami couldn't recall the lines as he nervously stared at the ongoing watchers, awaiting his act. It was a lot easier said than done now that he found himself in such a daunting position. It was merely a couple of seconds that he stood there, but yet it felt almost as if an eternity or two had flowed. As he nervously began mumbling out his lines, he swiftly stopped himself, cleared his throat, and closed his eyes. He felt rather at peace, and much more focused, feeling that the audience didn't see him. He still felt that chill of someone watching him, but quickly brushed the feeling off to reassure himself.

"Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, 
That, in a spleen, unfolds both the heaven and earth;
So quick bright things come to confusion."

When conveying the words, he felt an unknown power had struck him and gave him the strength to speak with such a piercing voice. Despite the resonance in his voice, he sound as if he was in utter anguish as his voice filled the area. As he spoke in such a sorrowful voice, he held one arm to his chest, and outstretched one arm to the audience. The hand that was the farthest from him was widened, the palm pointing towards the heavens. He felt as if he wanted to reach upwards, and bring the sky down to the realm below, but he restrained himself from doing so. He didn't want to ruin the moment he was acting out to the audience, as it wouldn't make sense to suddenly rip your arm down with your fists clenched.

As he finished reciting the lines, he opened his eyes, and recalled his arms back to his sides. The two flowed down slowly, as he anticipated what would happen next. The tranquil way he had acts on stage had suddenly dispersed, himself becoming rigid as cobblestone. He quietly contemplated how she would judge him as he anxiously awaited the words to fly from her mouth. He just wished for it all to swiftly end before he completely lost it.