Silence. What I hear when I walk into the stadium.
Clink. The sound of a pin dropping.
Eyes. Everywhere; everyone; all on me.
Laughs. Snickers from various people.
Shock. A deer caught in headlights- my expression.
Stomp. My feet making noises as I make my way to a microphone.
Whisper. The crowd begins to get restless.
Gasp. My breath escaping as I trip over my own feet.
Popcorn. A scent strong enough to reach me, here so far away.
Growl. My stomach making itself known as the popcorn registers.
Siren. A distant siren sounds, far then close then closer then far again.
Jump. My reaction to the sudden burst of sound.
More laughs. People’s reaction to my reaction.
Whoosh. Wind passing by, unperturbed, silent, powerful.
Tap. My finger on the microphone, testing it.
Screech. The uncomfortable sound of a disrupted microphone.
Clamp. Many hands reaching for ears, covering them, attempting to salvage the damage.
Smile. My sheepish grin as I raise my hands as if to show my apology.
Glare. Piercing eyes, unforgiving, watching, scrutinizing.

Words.

Me,
talking,
explaining,
inspiring.