clear your mind,
erase any outside thoughts.
'what's for dinner tonight?'
'how did I do on that midterm?'
no.
it doesn't matter.
nothing matters,
except for the next few
moments ahead.
only think about
the lady sitting at the side,
with a clipboard and pursed lips.
just think about,
the hours upon hours of practice,
how your arms became noodles,
and how your shiny violin needs
a good player,
no, fantastic player,
to support that.
I am that player,
and I will rip through that song,
and I will wow the lady
with the pursed lips.
[to whoever is reading this: I'm just giving myself one last boost of confidence before my audition. self confidence goes a long way; push the insecurities away.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]