Emcee is the eternal host
Lending her fire so she doesn’t self combust
Perpetually holding herself back from becoming
Born to fear her flame, she learns to please, to impress, to comfort, to offer - only to discover the endless cycle of adoration, loss, and grief.

Will she ever remove the masks that made her real?
“Prove to me you exist!” she says.
“Prove to me you’re real! This has to come from THEM, See? You can’t know for sure, remember? Unless he says it’s so, it can’t be so. So go find him and ask him to make you real - and then we can be whole. Then we will be allowed peace. But we’ll never take it off. We’ll be stuck with yourself and him. Wearing your life like a costume. Forever loyal to the character you’ve built. Oh the development! What would it all mean if you dropped the act?

Shave your head! Get it out! Take it off! It’s the only way!!!