Dreams Come True

She stands there quietly

Trying to fight down the fear

She’s next in line, next to audition

Hoping she makes it to the end

She’s biting her lip, worried she’ll forget

A single word or a whole line

What if she’s not good enough?

What if she faints, throws up?

Sweat beads on her brow as her name is called

She steps forward, wishing it was over

She opens her mouth and the words flow out

She’s astonished, she’s remembered

The song isn’t disfigured

She finishes and waits, the judges debate

Two yeses and a no, but she’s good to go

Hollywood here she comes

She’s stopping for no one

Her dreams are coming true.


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