The audience rises but they do not clap. Mutual understanding, general consensus. It was not an act, not a show, but beyond it. The curtains close and the silence fills the auditorium. She wanted more, the sound of breathing, echoes, shuffling footsteps but they remained still, the buzzing of minds almost audible.
On the verge of panic, waiting for the push or release of emotions, a sigh of relief but it did not come.
This room is too warm for such cold, lifeless bodies.
It was like this yesterday, and it will be like this tomorrow. Hold your breath and conceal your thoughts, but do not clap. Never clap.
No signs of affection in an open room.
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