She stands there quietly
Trying to fight down the fear
She’s next in line, next to audition
Hoping she makes it to the end
She’s biting her lip, worried she’ll forget
A single word or a whole line
What if she’s not good enough?
What if she faints, throws up?
Sweat beads on her brow as her name is called
She steps forward, wishing it was over
She opens her mouth and the words flow out
She’s astonished, she’s remembered
The song isn’t disfigured
She finishes and waits, the judges debate
Two yeses and a no, but she’s good to go
Hollywood here she comes
She’s stopping for no one
Her dreams are coming true.