This year, it's a story.

How would you feel about singing in the rain?
We'll start with the chorus and finish on a refrain.
We may mumble the words and get a few notes wrong.
But I can think of nothing better than you with this same old song.

((I know a chorus and refrain are the same thing, thank you.))

We have no reason to complain. That doesn't mean we'll stop.

/writer

She would stare at the blank page and wonder why no words were appearing. Millions would circle her mind, but none felt as though the proper combination on the page could mean anything more than what it was. Words. Not a story to enlighten or pursuade or even exist in some fashion that would cause any emotion. So, she wouldn't bother. Wouldn't even try. The page would remain blank as her fingers hovered over the keys.

Fuck.

Actors hate to audition. Because, you want them to see the character you create. But, they're only seeing you sweat.