Eyes peer back from the reflection on the mirror, a reflection of the visage of a man standing still. A knock at the door, and the image stirs. The man walks out towards the thundering roar of thousands. He appears on stage. The piercing shouts gain momentum, the voices of a thousand people build-up to a deafening crescendo. Just like an arrow passing through the man- igniting a flame that slowly, but surely, burns into a performance. Blood boiling, the music begins to erupt, mixing slowly into the crowd. Each beat, every note resonates within the crowd. He encapsulates them in a trance and they animate him. They watch him and only him, through the eyes of their phones.
The music stops. The performance is over. He walks away from the screams, each step bringing a change to the man, different from the image he projected on stage.
White lights flash, they blinds his eyes. The shutters of cameras slapping him back to life. He gains his stance and a smile spreads across his lips. Sweet, meaningless words pour out of his mouth like honey being spilled from a jar. The lights and the crowd raise the beat of his heart, following the rhythm of the life that he leads.
The crowd disperses and he is left alone. He walks back to his opulently-decorated hotel room. He steps in front of the mirror again. How much longer?
