and i know
in thirty seconds
that hundreds of eyes
will focus upon me.
i press my eye
to the sliver of light
shining through the set door.
i want to know who is there...
i want to make the audience
real.
the brightness of the stage lights
blind me.
i step back
to breathe
and blink away
the spots of light
in my eyes.
the opening music has started;
i hear sinatra croon 'love and marriage'
and tangibly feel the stage
resonate
with anticipation.
i fix my bra strap.
i check my hair.
i smooth my shaky hands against the silk
of my negligee.
yet none of this assists in calming
the butterflies
that flutter-
flutter fly
inside.
i place my hand upon that doorknob.
waiting...
waiting...
waiting for my cue.
we have rehearsed this night
for months.
we have traipsed about this stage
-spilling our blood and our coffee
and our souls-
we could not be more ready.
yet nothing quite prepares you
for that moment.
that
silent moment
when you step on stage
and the world
fades
away.
Wow, I loved this, you capture the emotions so well, and I can relate to every one of them. You spend countless hours preparing, and yet, as you said, nothing quite prepares you for when you step out on stage with people watching. Great job!!
Bravo! Wonderful prose poem, which expertly captures the anticipation and butterflies of a stage appearance! I played in a small band in my youth, and that huge sense of anticipation never goes away; the moment just before going onstage! Nice work, Kara!
Wow. You've captured perfectly the moment reight before you walk on stage. I'm a small town actress. I've only done a few shows at the local theatre, but its such an exhilerating thrill to step upon the stage. Great job at capturing this.
S.k.
I absolutely loved the way you captured the anxious flow of thought that goes through someone about to perform on a stage. I think you captured it so very well that anyone could relate, whether they've been in that position before or not. Well done!
Those final moments before the curtain rises - such intense minutes of insecurity and eagerness combined - only a performer could have written this . - BRAVO!- Leah
You captured the anxiety of minutes before entering the stage effectively. The imagery of angst and excitement was excellent. I bit my nails and chewed my bottom lip as the poem progressed to the end. Another good write.
I am resolved to never be content with the lives of "quiet desperation" which so many of us lead, to continuously challenge myself, and forever walk in Beauty.
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