I know how you feel man when it comes to being heard; it's hard to accomplish! You say it- and "I will write it!"

I know how you feel, man when it comes to being heard; it's hard to accomplish! "Thanks, Ray"... You have always been there for me through the thick 'n thin, "You're a no matter what 'type of guy.' "Go on, tell me Craig!" "What are you trying to say exactly?" "By that, 'look across your face' while holding that megaphone; it seems like you've got a lot to say." Come on, over here, 'you have my full attention.' What is it, Ray wondered now that [Somebody] centered Graig right in front of him. Is it just you and me, buddy, what's wrong with your voice all of a sudden? Can't you muster up your voice? Its okay, Craig. You're not the only one who freezes when the lights are on. Mm, I guess now this is an interview. And just like that, Graig let out a loud sigh turned towards me, winked, and whispered I don't like interviews; they are in a way to personal for my taste. What? Ray reacted with a strange look on his face. Then out of nowhere as if from a strange distant place. Maybe it was his gut feeling, and I don't know for sure. But Craig said in a loud voice. Ray! Tell me this! With that megaphone right in front of his mouth. The sound waves nearly blew me right off my chair. I'm somewhat glad now I chose the rocker chair that was centered in the room already. What? Ray exclaimed at the top of his voice. I'm sitting right here. Can you get any louder with that megaphone? Why is it, then. Craig wondered that every time he tried to say something about something. I mean, every single time he tried to say something about something, nobody listens to me or even looks in my direction? Oh boy! If only he could read my mind, he would take that question back. But deep inside me, I knew my conscience was telling me to get back on track and give comfort to my friend in his time of need. So Ray went for it! As I told you before, buddy. When it comes to being heard; It's hard to accomplish. Who has the time these days anyway, Craig? People are more into themselves these days, man. Besides, we're living during a worldwide pandemic right now. That is stressful enough as it is. Ask yourself, Craig. Craig, what is so important anyway that you're expecting something different from the people out there? I've been here with you ten minutes, buddy, and nearly fell asleep twice already. Are you serious, man, am I that bad at it? He can't read my mind, but right at the top of it, It just kept on saying Yep!Yep! Yep! just like that double question he just asked. Ray, Ray, Ray, my conscience reminded me. No! Not at all, my friend. It seems like I was throwing up my hands like Tony the Tiger saying, "you're great!" But how do you think they will feel the people out there, I mean? You know, Ray, the people out there, the people- I know how you feel, man, when it comes to being heard; It's hard to accomplish! Go on, say it! Don't worry, I'll write it. Hey man, I'm with you on this. I will write it. Craig, please allow me- wait for a second, Ray!- Craig tried to cut in the people- but Ray kept talking over him. To ask, what makes you feel that way not being heard anyway, Craig!? Those folks out there are dirty rich, and they don't have time for much themselves, much less you and I. You must have accolades, man. I mean, come on now, "you know that it is true!" Maybe if you had a gig, things might be different. I thought you already knew something the way you came out here with that big mega, whatever that is in your hand. "Everybody has a gig, Craig, what's yours?" Are you good at any sports? Not on the bucket list either, huh? Um, Is this an Interview Craig whispered. Ray threw his hands up and said, Craig! In a firm voice. You got a megaphone in your hands for Pete's sake. I'd rather you blow me out the rocker than say that that way. Just put that thang down, put it down, please, if you're not going to do anything with it. Yeah! You should be looking bewildered just like you're looking now. Okay then, I guess this is an interview, Ray said in a kind of like sarcastic tone. No, I wasn't going to ask, but where is it you're living? I guess I will ask but even though I already know, let's make it for the record. Are you really from Wildwood, Florida, Craig? Nah, What? I'm straight out of Dakota, Georgia man. What's over there? What do you mean, Ray? You know, city life? Oh, you mean town stuff? "I'm writing this down, you know I can repeat it back to you if you'd like." That's not what I asked Ray smirked, still feeling a little annoyed. Craig looked as to what to say next, feeling confused over the smirk on Ray's face and then said, you don't have to do that, my man Ray and then mumbled under his breath. That's why I'm not too fond of Interviews. Okay, buddy! Let us take a break and pick this back up some time tomorrow. In the meantime, keep your spirits up. I know how you feel, man when it comes to being heard; it's hard to accomplish! You can say it later, and I'll write it. Thanks, Ray. I'll see you tomorrow.