On this stage i stand,
Waiting for my cue.
Palms sweaty, knees shaking.
Nervous ball of emotion.
Curtains are drawn;
Face hidden from Embarressment
The music begins, and my heart stops.
The curtain moves, and i'm exposed.
Piercing eyes look at me, waiting.
A sense of pride rushes over me.
They are all quiet, waiting to hear me.
Full of passion; living in the moment.
The words drip from my mouth like sweet syrup.
The show is astonishing.
The croud cheers with enthusiasm,
and I know who i am.