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Sat, 05/10/2014 - 18:44 -- TGirl

Step up to the MIC.

A sea of lights and faces swim before you.

Your palms begin to sweat, as the stage lights burn hot on your face.

Close your eyes and take a breath; breathe, breathe.

The music starts, each note reaching your ears and kissing them.

They speak the first language everyone understands; their true native language.

Music fills you up, making you light; traveling up your body through your limbs and blood till finally it embraces your vocal chords.

You hear your cue, the music now coursing through your entire body... alive.

It will talk for you, all you have to do is let it out.

You open your eyes, the faces watching you, and slowly.... release the first note.

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