Denise Chavez stands in a dark room at a lamplit podium. Religious candles flicker on a table behind her.
She extends her arm toward the audience.
She looks up
She points to the floor
She scowls
She holds up her hand
She brings her hand to her forehead
She lowers her eyes and shakes her head
She extends her arm as she speaks
She lifts her hand
She straightens her posture
Her brow furrows
She looks down at the page
She lifts her hand
She smirks
She extends her hand
She swaggers
She looks up
Her face crumples
She tilts her head and closes the book
She smiles and mouths "thank you" as she takes a small bow