Curtains up
I’m nervous as hell
My time to shine but
why is the light so damn blinding?
I took a look at the crowd
only black silhouettes
each one had a voice
and I’m sure had a face
They watched as I grabbed the microphone
They eagerly waited word for word I’m sure
Watching me talk was something of a spectacle
perhaps an eloquent idiot
an educated buffoon
a combination of the two maybe
That I can’t see their faces worries me
That I can’t distinguish voice from voice disturbs me
what are their reactions?
what did they say?
Applause is just applause.
A tradition.
The curtain fell
And I’m every bit as nerve wracked
as when it rose.
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