Art
The lights burn our skin
The nerves flutter like butterflies
Blood, sweat, tears--We've had it all
But now it's our time
We scurry out, confidence abounds
The nerves have flown away
Music starts, we enter a new universe
Where nothing else matters
Spin, twirl, jump, pose
Movement and music collide
Our souls shine through
We have created art
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