The Perfect Concert


Chitter Chatter in the back ground;

Ignore it,



Tonight’s the night.

You go on stage,

Lay it all on the line,

Show everyone your soul

Lay it out in the open.


This is it,

The curtains part,

The hands rise,

You sing your first note.




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