(giving brainiest) Read the excerpt from the poem Roadies:

We are hidden figures, shrouded in darkness,
In the wings, the bunkers, under the stage.
Like ghosts, we move in another world,
Doing what we do so the artist can engage.
Most of us are here for love, not money.
It's a labor of love. It's not for the wage.

From whose point of view is the story told?

A. A ghost
B. An outside narrator
C. One of the roadies
D. The artist