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Waiting in the wings

Observing the stage before me

Looking for my cue

The lights are still on

People talking in the house

Nerves overpower

With flashlight in hand

My costume trailing behind

The stage lights go down

Fear and joy are like

White hot fire running through me

Silence screams out loud

The music begins

I tiptoe to center stage

And begin to sing


That I've rehearsed for a week

Comes without a thought

Then the music stops

I freeze with my prop raised high

Arms up in the air

The silence is dead

The applause is deafening

For now I'm the star