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First there was a mothers voice  calming, with a warm sort of cadence around to lift the mood and sing a song  around to guide and support Giggles, laughter, and nonsensical conversations 
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
In a choir of voices, a  Soloist Is a tricky business.   We breathe as one,  More intimate than lovers, and  At the same time,   Not,--it's only what we're
The light, vivid and bright Blinding, Marking us as one Performers Tonight
A platform for Thespis and song,  I would like to thank the stage.  A barrier from audience and wrong,  I would like to thank the curtain.  A guide off the stage and on,  I would like to thank the lights. 
Push. Push. Toss. Catch. Turn. Smile. Point. Breath. Don't let your feelings get the best of you.
I wish they knew how it feels to be me. I wish I could cry for help, fall to the ground and… I wish they knew that award ceremonies are lose-lose situations
Radiant light heats the body and begin to make it melt Eyes set on the melting body watch its every movement The melting essence speaks its words as its been told before
Notes float through the air. It's unthinkable how much dots with stems can change a mood, a life, a soul.  The right chord, the right instrument, the right dynamics make the song come
Chest hurting mind burning the feeling the yerning I cant breathe I cant think heart racing chest aching mind blanking hopes fading I walk up I step up
Crippled crying, face like paper,  pen that hinders and defies a vision made by slender taper, appalling to my watery eyes.   Chords that always come out rotten, voice and string both shaking, shrill;
When I Perform My spirit takes the world by storm.  The curtain opens and I ascend up into the clouds. I transform into a beautiful being. Bright and loud. My heart thunders up in front of a crowd.
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
stomach in knotts heart racing cant breathe this is my favorite feeling its friday night and the lights are  oh so bright my makeup and hair are done  to the "T"
The first time I heard someone a
Here I stand. Only to be moved by a sturdy hand. A force, a revolution. Making us change, evolution. Here I stand with others. Against the words and hatred of our brothers.
Let me step in someone else's shoes to be Alice for the time I'll have all kinds of new friends and shrink smaller than a dime
We are told that what we do is not a sport We are told that we are not athletes Yet we are the ones that spend hundreds of hours working Yet we are the ones that are sweating, sun burt and tired
It’s kind of funny how the first things you’re taught are the last things that matter. In first grade I was taught that I could do absolutely anything with my life, even if I wanted to be super girl.
Stiff, rigid stance I hold.
I take the stage And my palms are sweating The bass begins to beat The light illuminates my skin   As a young girl I ate bananas to calm my nerves Now I think it was all a trick  
There is nothing we can do now. For we are in front of the silent crowd. The wind whistled and howled, as we stood still and proud. Until our name was called we stood nice and tall. Everyone would cheer, though it was hard to hear.
My heart is racing and I think I don't know why my heart is racing maybe the anticipation of performing is running naked through my head What would they think? Maybe they wouldn't like it
Center Stage The light caresses my face I open my mouth And sound rushes out Out across the crowd But I only hear one sound Their sound The sounds of their hollers
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