The stage is set, the stadium fills, and it is almost time,
Time to hear them call my name, scream at the top of their lungs, as the band starts to play.
The air intensifies, the lights fixated now on me, the crowd roars.
I fill my lungs with a deep breath and in that moment, the whole place goes silent.
Then I begin to sing.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl With The Gift
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