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Preforming


Hands get sweaty 

Breath gets short

My stomach turns

Feeling paralyzed I find a way to walk

Facing fear I stand tall

Looking out, faces disappear

All alone 

All that matters is that I am here

Only letting the music, my voice, my movements, my face express what the audience needs to feel 

Ending with everyone loving the preformance

Understanding that it was real

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