He walked down the green lit sidewalk, a smile playing across his thin lips. Splashes of color stain his almost obsessively clean clothes. He walks with a carefully measured step, the soles of his glossy shoes never coming in contact with the smallest crack in the cement.
With a smooth, unmarked hand, he grasps the handle of the door and pushes lightly. The dim lights inside cause him to shade his eyes slightly; refocusing. Stepping inside with that same measured step, he surveys the crowd, much like a king upon his kingdom. Sliding off his uncreased midnight black blazer, he drapes it over a chair. With eyes that burn with eagerness, his step becomes crisp; resolute as he moves towards the crowd.
He takes the stage and lowers his head, letting a beam of pure white bathe him like some transcended angel, gifting the crowd with his presence. He lifts his head, the same smile playing a tune of its own along his lips. Eyes as blue as sapphires lock the room to him. He talks as a man possessed, with the cadence of a master poet. The audience, rapt, enthralled, ceases to breath, almost as if a single breath would ruin the moment.
He lowers his head as the final word slides across his perfect lips, signaling the end of his oration. His kingdom stands in silence as he slowly, in that same careful, measured step, departs that radiant light. Recovering his blazer, he walks out the door. Gone as fast as he arrived, he leaves the people yearning for more. Making his way to his car, the smile he always carries becomes a grin. Another night, my friends. Another night.
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