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Silence

“Wait ’til they get a load of me,” Darren said as he lit his cigarette and walked out on stage. He didn’t wave at the large crowd as he sat down on his wooden stool. The mic set up perfectly for his height, but as soon as Darren sat down he adjusted it lower.

Darren puffed some smoke from his mouth as he hissed the nicotine in.

The audience waited with bated breath to hear what Darren had to say. He was one of the greatest live storytellers in the world, and Darren knew it.

But Darren just sat there, taking his time enjoying his cigarette.

The audience grew a bit restless and some murmurs started. Someone finally spoke up about a few rows from the front, “Say something!”

Darren just ignored him.

More voices calling out for Darren to do anything prompted some of the audience to start to boo him.

When Darren finished his cigarette he took out his pack grabbed another butt and lit it. Still not saying anything.

The audience became louder.

Darren finally spoke, “I have no more stories to tell.”

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