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Maybe other people were convinced that I won’t make a mistake, but I wasn’t. I stood behind the curtains awating for my call. My brain kept pulsing with every adrenaline injection delivered by my heated blood. I couldn’t think a single thought as I stared into the large audience of this theatre.
“Shouldn’t she rehearse her performance?” someone would say, but I didn’t have the will or the need to anyway.
And so, there was the call – my name announced to the public and applause invited me on. Blinded by the spotlight, I progressed to the centre of the stage where I bowed. The crowd of unrecognizable shadows settled down in silence.The air filled with anticipation.
I walked up to the shiny grand piano and started preparing myself. The stage was lit in multiple blue and white undertones. It was dark and bright at the same time. Seeing keyboard split into multiple pieces like a poorly made chocolate bar after smashing on the ground, I started doubting myself.
Finally, my fingers gently stepped on the keys. They moved in dance, binding sounds just like rehersed. I didn’t know what key would come next, making it a surprise for me that I was even on this stage. In harmony with my eyes and ears, I could rely on my hands to finish the performance. A perfect coda.
I stood up slightly shaking, excited to be free once more. But I didn’t show it. Calmly, I walked towards the standing and clapping humans for my goodbye bow. Shadows behind red velvet curtains were even darker now, comforting my disstressed eyes. A true freedom is where I can’t see or be seen. Away from spotlight.
Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes.
This week I’m exploring the sensitivity to things HSPs see. Usually, it carries an empathetic effect, where we can feel others feelings when we see it. But one of the main problems that HSPs can experience in this area is also sensitivy to light. The tones and undertones of different lighting can overstimulate an HSP. So in this flash fiction I tried to illustrate how this might effect an HSP, taking inspiration from my own experience.
Thank you for reading my weekly fiction, see you next Thursday for more information about Highly Sensitive People.
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