By Michael Griffo
The light suddenly turned bright white. Blinding, beckoning, it startled Bernie even as it comforted. But she didn’t squint, didn’t even have the urge, she opened her eyes wide and welcomed the light. She had been waiting, anxious and quiet, in the dark for it, no sense hesitating now that it had finally arrived. She might only be a teenager, but this wasn’t Bernie’s first time on the stage.