L’ansia dell’attesa, il mormorio del pubblico, l’adrenalina che sale. Poi improvvisamente senti gridare il tuo nome. Arrivi sul palcoscenico e il sipario
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Macbeth or Birdman?