Microphone, Lights, Me.

I'm SUCH a sucker for drama.

The red velvet curtains rising up to revel me,

I open my eyes to the crowd,

the spotlight blinding me,

my heart skips a beat,

and I begin my symphony.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems please.

Reviews

[Desiree B.]

Nice, your poem made me feel as if I was really experiencing the nerve-rattling event of being on stage alongside with you.

Nice work!

[Boldpen]

Wonderfully written!
You described such a tough concept of being on stage, in such simple and sweet poem.
Truly admirable.
Beautifully done.