1. Being Auctioned from the Spiegal Stage, 2-23-2012, 12:30 AM
2. Standing on the Speigal Stage, blinded by the bright white of stage lights.
3. Being stood up on a block on the Spiegal stage to be auctioned off at Cabaret falls into the category of “Things that make Lee super uncomfortable”. I suppose then, that I am blessed by stage lights. My vision was perfect brightness, right up until we hit the masses of drunk college students in the seats. Then it was a black abyss filled with titters and whispers. I don’t spend a lot of time being looked at under stage lights, or trying to see past them, so the auction experience was made even more disorienting by my inability to cope with my sudden blindness. The light felt warm on my skin, but looked cold and unfeeling from my perch. I was uncomfortable under these seeming interrogation lights, all alone, hearing only my worth being debated by my friends. This light is not a love poem, but rather Edgar Allen Poe.