He paused, came out from behind the podium, and looked out. The small theater was about one-quarter full, but they were spread out all over the place. Most of them looked bored, but a few were clearly, at the very least, wondering where this was going.
"You are simultaneously God on the 6th day and Christ on the cross. You started this, but you must bleed onto the page to make mankind whole again. No one is there to help you. These are the last miles of your marathon and it is your body against your will."
He needed to start working out again.
"To create is to be the most alive. But not just alive; in control of your destiny.
"Do you want to be in control of your destiny?" He smiled and reached out his arm to grab the top of the podium as if he needed to steady himself. But he didn't need to steady himself. He needed to be able to fling himself out of there, far away, and never see these people again.
"Any other questions?" he asked. Of course there weren't any questions.
"Well thank you," he smiled a different smile, sheepish instead of wry, and walked quickly down the stairs at the front of the stage, towards her.
She loved him so much. She thought about all the things she was going to do to him later that night.