Masks
#1 of Short stories
( This is my first time posting here, this story was made in 10 mins or so. )
The stage is where I belong. Up here I can be many people, many faces. Who am I you ask, well I am just a shiba who loves being many things. I have done many plays, in different places and with different people. There are many who ask me how I can change who I am so often and with such fluidly, and my answer is.
A young shiba walks onto the stage, the curtain close.
I learnt this from such a young age, that I sometimes I forget who I am, behind the mask. But, before you truly get to know me and ask to many questions. I have to put on one more show, for my fan's.
The young shiba tugs on his kimono. Set his mask on straight. The curtain rises to the sound of clapping.