Prickling up the spine that holds your back in place
is the nervousness of a new actor on an old stage.
The producer of the script and of the performance watches
you with little leniency. All you have to do is your part to
complete the scene. But why is this so hard? Why the pressure?
The crowd watches to see just what the new guy can do.
With criticism in their eyes and coldness in their hearts, they
look for the worst in you. It's only your part. Seemingly,
only your play. Hoping with passion, you overcome today.
Be above the rest. Be better than your own crew.
Your own director and most of all, your own you.
With a beating heart and two sweat-filled palms,
you go on stage to perform your mediocre wrongs.
"Our production today has been canceled. Refunds are at the door.
Other performances are on the pamphlets you will each receive on your
way out. Have a nice evening and enjoy a nice life. Sorry for the
inconvenience."
Have a nice life.