I love it when I’m performing and someone in the crowd loose
themselves in the moment. Uncontrollable laughter, childlike gasps, pantomime
hands mimicking what they see on stage, or just sheer primal joy and excitement
manifested in screaming, whistling, stomping and clapping. When a person no longer
worry about anything and is just consumed by the power of the Craft.
In moments like this I see other spectators giving that
person envious looks: I whish it was me.
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