Act I
I step on to the stage,
Readying for my solo.
Trees and bushes
Are moved around.
Props are put into place.
Other actors prepare for their performance,
And yet,
How can I not relax?
The curtain rises.
The lights burn into my sockets.
Bright dots dance
Dance around my vision
As I prepare
To recite the script.
I am nervous.
My first chance to break through
And become famous.
What if I mess up?
Then,
It's all over for me.
Forget the happiness
And joy I get
From playing pretend
Or the fame that come with it.
I would only be embarrassed
And recognized for
My awful talent and reputation.
It would be the end of my career.
I take a breath to sing.
My mind's at a blank.
I freeze.
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Poetrypoems (possibly stories) relating to art, which can range from painting to pottery to drawing and much more purpose is to evoke emotion i hope you enjoy reading it! feel free to comment suggestions, tips, or stories you want to hear about PLEASE NOT...
