Mother, please, don't make me go
Father, please, skip the show
Brother, please, stop your talking
I'm trying to think, while pacing, walking
Nerves bundles up inside
Now I have nothing to hide
A voice itching to speak
I'm no longer meek
The cold of the day
Every single way
You push and pull
I'm feeling full
Butterflies be gone
Fly out over the lawn
Go away, I need some peace
I want this all to cease
Then I'm standing
And someone's handing
Me my music
If I coud choose it
All these people staring
I open my mouth, feeling daring
The first note comes out
I forget what the nerves were about
My world is floating on a cloud
Everything is right, allowed
And this beautiful thing
Pleasure, happiness, I will sing
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agreed
As a singer I could relate to this too!
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
Thank You!
I'm a singer as well! In fact, on the morning of a recital, I wrote this. I'm glad it is something you can relate to. Thank you for commenting on it! :-)
Well Done!
Very Well done!
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
Thank you, Kassady!
Thanks K!
(lol--you could call me H!) Glad you liked it! LOVED the Tenth Sensed, btw. It was awesome to be the first one to read chapter three!
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thanks H I'm glade you like The Tenth Sensed!!!
This story was very good
and it was reallly cool to see Reaching Racheal first!! so cool!
Kassady
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
As a singer, I could really
As a singer, I could really relate to this. I panic all beforehand and as soon as I actually start singing and none of the awful things I imagined are happening, I relax and enjoy. :)