Why I Have To Wash My Costume Every Single Night (Hint: I'm Sweaty)
always to infinity, I fight the lights that scream (they are so bright!)
Location: The auditorium
Characters: Me?
Purpose: To stop my hands from sweating so much, oh God
this stupid costume itches
the words I've memorized fall out like drool, leaving a puddle on the ground
My hands shake and I pray the audience doesn't notice
I kiss myself awake and I sing the wrong notes
and when I get home I cry about it
Because as much as I pretend otherwise
I'm not? An actor?
Why did I do this to myself?
Every scene is a piece of purgatory
a waiting game
until the moment I go to the wings and everything is fine again
The audience is filled with potatoes
So many eyes. Ha, ha
When I'm nervous I crack jokes
Sincerely,
The girl who is never doing musicals again
(but can now appreciate those that do)