Curtain going up on stage,
Audience is ready.
Steeped anticipation driving
Forward expectation.
Fluttered stomachs flustering in
Fruitless, flawless fancy,
Waiting for the spotlight
As the overture descends.
Studied, steadied, readied now
By weeks of planned rehearsal.
Tweaked by repetition to a
Peak of pure perfection.
Suddenly the lead in line
Leaps out in your direction.
No hiding place, no tortoise shell,
Too late for sad reversal.
Fantasy, reality
Comes leaping from the page,
And you are witness to the magic.
You are there – on stage.
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