My Friend; The Mic.A Poem by Sheridyn
I see the stage.
My home, my heart. My stomach does cartwheels, my heart pounding in my throat. I can feel my knees starting to shake, the room starting to spin. And then I return. As I make my way to the stage, I think of all the possible things that can go wrong. I forget the words, my voice cracks, I trip and take a quite harmful tumble down the side of the performance area. I replay the words in my head, hang on to my first note. And, finally, I arrive at the microphone. My best friend, but also my worst enemy. It projects not only my successes, but my mistakes as well. Makes them known to all of humanity. My knees begin to shake as I notice all of the people in the audience, rustling and impatiently talking to the company around them as they anticipate what is to come. The music begins. My mouth opens... And all my fears and worries disappear into the mist of music. My mind goes blank as I continue to sing, and I see the smiles on people's faces as they enjoy the candy being fed to their ears. The song ends, and I inhale the applause like a drug. I leave, and return to reality. Which is not where I want to be.
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Added on December 18, 2011Last Updated on December 18, 2011 AuthorSheridynThe Middle of Nowhere, TXAboutHello (: My name is Sheridyn. So, first off, I'd like to say I'm NOT copying anyone. I started this BECAUSE of someone, not because I want to outdo them or because I want to impress someone. I've been.. more..Writing
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