Isolated there I stand, observing the very audience I swore to entertain.
They return my gaze constantly watching my every move to see how well I uphold my
promise. The lights come up and the moment I have prepared for has come as I step
onto center stage. However, this audience not only attends my performance as observers,
but as amature critics meticulously searching for the most minute details that an astounding
performance should encompass. Yet, as I approach them I feel no apprehension toward their
oncoming criticisms, nor do I feel any fear of the vast numbers in attendance before me.
Instead I am filled with a exuberant rush, unlike anything I've ever felt before. This
thrilling exhilaration, this rush of adrenaline that pulsates through my being fuels my performance
and as I get up here, I am invincible.
My very being disconnects from the outside world because in this moment, the
stage is he only place that exists in my reality. In this moment, I freely express my passion
for music at the height of my abilities. In this moment my purpose reveals itself
and my pointless subsistence finally has meaning. I am a performer! Art is in my blood
and I am at last among the sea of legacy which came before me to motivate and inspire
this passion. I can identify with all of this who have taken the stage before me captivating
it with their obscure gifts and talents. It is here, that I experience monumental bliss and a
joy that fills my soul to capacity. On the stage I stand...Isolated...and I'm love with every