Tech lighting
"center, downstage. we need to light your face"
my eyes were greeted to an explosion of light
I blinked, the area around me dissappeared, all that remained was the stagelights
brilliantly illuminating the dancers, catching the minscule footwork details
catching their smiles, their eyes, their passion, the light they projected
absorbed from the stage lights above
It highlighted their struggles, their attempts, their successes
their failures
all showcased on the stage
then an arbrupt plunging to black
"alright we're good. take your spots dancers"
This poem is about:
Me
My community