You're 14 and anxiously waiting with
your peers at 10:30 in the dark, cold night.
You look up to see the empty gray stage
becoming only a memory.
They fill row upon row
As you sit doubting yourself,
and the smell of a boy's locker room
strangles your nose.
You catch a glance at
the mile long table where
monstrous muscles are
accompanied by faces and feet.
Minutes seem to turn into years
Am I supposed to be here
This can't be real.
Paralyzed as you realize what's
about to happen.
You rise to your feet following
strangers to the compact muscles,
guiding people to the table.
Looking staright into the souls
that have given you hope,
only three feet in front of you.
You have so muchto say but...
eyes glued to the stains on the floor
you try to make eye contact
but you can't.
As your idol compliments you,
you barely can utter a thank you.
Their knuckles white
As they compose something
that looks like a name
then it's gone,
gliding down the table to
the next person.
Some things stay with you.
All you life, the exact moment you met your inspiration.