stomach in knotts

heart racing

cant

breathe

this is my favorite feeling

its friday night and the lights are 

oh so bright

my makeup and hair are done 

to the "T"

my boots are white and shinny

and there are no rips, not even one snag

in my tights

the whistle is blown

and we all march

in perfect unison

onto our stage

the football field

smiles are plastered on all our faces

but not because we have to

even though we do

because this is the moment we work for

live for

we get announced 

the crowd cheers

the band begins

and now there is no more thinking

just dancing

muscle memory takes over

I can suddenly kick higher

be sharper

shake it harder

and then the music ends

its done

we bow

they applaud

we march off

in perfect unison

legs shaking 

heart racing

cant

breathe

this is my favorite feeling