Pitch-black.I walk across
Pitch-black.
I walk across the hardwood floor
And get into position,
Heart racing and brain scrambling.
Remember, remember, remember:
Chasse, chaine, sodesha, pirouette.
The lights come on
So abrupt and so bright.
The music starts and I remember
Chasse, chaine, sodesha, pirouette.
Everyone always says
It’s comforting not to look
At the audience, but
I do anyways
Every time.
Chasse, chaine, sodesha, pirouette.
The music ends and
I pose uncomfortably.
A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead.
One, two, three, four.
The lights go dark and
I run offstage, finally satisfied with myself.
Chasse, chaine, sodesha, pirouette.