Weeks of practicing and memorizing,

Of worrying and excitement

Of fear and exhilaration

We know it could fail

It could be a flop or hit

The making is flaking

The costumes need pinning

There's chaos and beauty behind the stage

No one can see us

No one can hear us

We are preparing for our moment

It all comes down to this

The first moment 

And I know that when 

The curtain opens and

The lights blind me

It begins.