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Dressed head to toe in handmade, sequined suits The greatest sight anyone has ev’r seen, Like hometown sports fans the crowd loudly roots to her royal subjects, she is their 'queen'.
Breathe in.                     Breathe out. Showtime!
Every thread, stitched by my hand, can unravel, I think Every step carries potential falls I’ve draped myself in the guise of a fan-favorite Covered my face with unnatural colors
Sit & wait          silence plays ( in that space inside my head ) fantasies, good and bad play out upon the stage.   Here it comes, from the wings don't look back or it's all over
What’s wrong with me? It’s not that big of a deal People interact with strangers daily Just make a joke and smile It works almost all the time
White! Brilliantly bright, white! Illuminating my very existence. Every leap, every note, every flaw. A circle that makes or breaks my future. A circle that defines my presence.
Deep breaths, They say It gets easier Each step My heart pounds My palms sweat My body shakes with a mix of
I feel like I’m on the brink of something  Like I’m right on the edge Like I’m right about to get to it Like I’m right there on its tail And I only have to reach my hand out And take it...
To the roar of applause, I treadFor my inspiration, youFor their memory, them and theyThe ones who push meThey push meTo that place beyond myselfLimits, no moreThat I might reach their hearts
Going through the scales That I remember so well The callouses on my fingertips There since childhood You always remember your first violin The squeaky strings And stretched horse hair
The guitarist wrinkles his face as he concentrates with dignity.   He flips the page on the stand, and adjusts his fingers accordingly.   The acoustic guitar resonates
There it is:The familiar swirling of colors,The heat rising around,The faces.Everything is waiting. Time.Him(her).Them.They're all waiting for the first movement.The first word.The first color to be chosen. Like a swarm of butterflies the choices
I have within me, a secret piece of gold.Untouched by any other being,Yet observed by many. Each night I show it off.Each night they see it.Each night they feel.
The air is grayMusic playsTime to be on stage Smiling brightBlinding lightsLaughing through the pain Take my stanceBegin to danceSee the crowd at last
5, 6, 7, 8.Numbers, steps, lines, formations.Again.5, 6, 7, 8.Keep counting,Don't forget to smile,Watch where you're going.
Obsessed by what I'm supposed to be. But aren't I supposed to be free. Free to thrive not only survive in this world. Always racing and chasing to succeed based on greed.
Right here Right here I stand Right here Right here I am Right here, right here I am right here Look to your left Look to your right Try as you might, you wont see me flee
  Phoenix Rise The stage, the lights, the crowd I transform into a different character
Step by step I walk up to my deathAll the confidence that was planted in my brain just leftDidn’t even touch the mic and I’m starting to sweat
The flowers fall to naked feet thorns piercing thin flesh crimson passion flows to the floor A bow.   The hands beat one another mashing of flesh in jubilee curls at the ends of mouths
I sit and I stare intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids Like blinds I shutter out the most of it, and trickling down are little specks of dust   Closer I look
The blinding lights make it impossible to see The audience's faces floating in that black sea The notes soar through the air then down to the ground Her voice creating a beautiful, everlasting sound
I'm writing from the heart To tell you I'm not special. I don't deserve special treament. I don't deserve your pity. I don't need your pity.   I'm writing from the heart
Because of your maze without light Don’t forget why i hate used books and broken pencils Another day for nickels and dimes Another day of why the corner is dry Red as my worst nightmares
Cold sweat dripping down your neck. keep cool, after this you're next. remember the purpose of why you're present, you can only show your nerves to a cerain extent. bright lights, people's eyes, and shaking bones,
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