I Enter a Venue and the Silence Grows — Every Eye Is on Me, Every Word Directed My Way

First impressions of Stark Black: I enter a venue. With every step I take the murmur dies down. Every eyeball is on me. The only ones still talking are the ones who really, really want my attention — and every word they utter is directed toward me. Every movement I make is watched like a hawk. I am the epitome of effortlessness. My attention is valued like gold — they seem to equate getting it to achieving fame themselves. My internal sense of power: cool, calm, poised. I feel like I could topple empires on a fleeting whim.