MY WORDS
A sudden change had occurred. He felt it and it made him look. The passive crowd had adopted a restlessness that made him look from behind the stage high above the level of the audience, look over their heads all the way to the back. He could see a sea of shifting movement, a sort of shimmering, subtle but it was there. He noticed the constant hum, a low drumming vibration of mumbled, background words, louder shouts slowly gaining frequency. The gradually increasing volume suddenly captured him. He swung his gaze around the auditorium, sensed the moment was approaching whe n he would be able to utilise the passion of expectation and drive it upwards using words, carefully crafted words, words prepared and presented in such a way to maximise effect, to mesmerise, almost hypnotise and for that the crowd’s fervour needed to be reaching its zenith, not quite at its summit but almost there. Timing had to be exact and that was the secret. He would let the expectation build a while ye...