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The Performance


With much practice and perfection it is my time to shine. I'm up on stage with spotlights so bright. As nervous as I am, I'm ready to begin. The piano starts to play and there's no looking back. I sing my heart out and put my fears behind. With the croud applauding after every song, and with nothing left to lose, I give one last show. With all my might, I bellow the last few notes, in hope to not slip-up. Flowers are thrown, and my stress subsides. And for once I am truly at peace.
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