On this stage i stand,

Waiting for my cue.

Palms sweaty, knees shaking.

Nervous ball of emotion.

Curtains are drawn;

 Face hidden from Embarressment

The music begins, and my heart stops.

The curtain moves, and i'm exposed.

Piercing eyes look at me, waiting.

A sense of pride rushes over me.

They are all quiet, waiting to hear me.

Full of passion; living in the moment.

The words drip from my mouth like sweet syrup.

The show is astonishing.

The croud cheers with enthusiasm,

and I know who i am.