Chapter VIII
Me and Other Ghosts
All eyes on me — and no words to meet them.
The Opening
All eyes are on me, and I am falling short of words for the first time. I can see, in the far-right corner, that Stephen is staring at me with a kind smile. The kind of smile that eradicates stage fright and vanquishes any sign of nervousness, but I don't think it's working. The hotel staff is looking at me, waiting for me to address them, but I don't know what to say.
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All eyes are on me, and I am falling short of words for the first time.
Stephen is staring at me with a kind smile — but I don't think it's working.
Fig. 01 — All eyes on me.
Technical Aside
All eyes are on me, and I am falling short of words for the first time.
Fig. 02 — Stephen's kind smile.
Technical Aside
Stephen is staring at me with a kind smile — the kind that eradicates stage fright and vanquishes any sign of nervousness, but I don't think it's working.
Fig. 03 — Waiting for me to speak.
Technical Aside
The hotel staff is looking at me, waiting for me to address them, but I don't know what to say.
“The hotel staff is looking at me, waiting for me to address them, but I don't know what to say.”
“The hotel staff is looking at me, waiting for me to address them, but I don't know what to say.”
Chapter VIII — Me and Other Ghosts
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