my mind is as cluttered as a
theatre minutes before the curtain
i’m the bag of sand holding
the curtain in place.
the sounds of the auditorium
ring in my ears.
the scent of popcorn sending
my mind to wander.
i’m suddenly aware of the taste of
the inside of my mouth as
sweat drips down my forehead.
i can almost taste the excitement,
the impatience of the audience.
The Old Opera House buzzed
with ecstasy, everyone ready to
see what awaits.
the lights dim.
I grab the rope and up goes
The theatre went silent.
Suddenly, the sounds of the
crowd became all I could hear.
The pit orchestra readying their
instruments, double-checking their music.
The pressure of the audience seemingly preventing
me from getting the curtain all the way up.
The clammy hands of the performers
shook like church bells on sunday morning,
Nervous as an infant about to be baptized.
The music started carefully, and the
first dancer leaped into the air.
Lilli exhaled and tied her hair up, the
stage starting to feel hotter than normal.
The audience would cheer like no
other, enthralled by the performance.
“Carpe diem”, they had told us that morning.