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No time to fret, The spotlight is set, Every eye on you, Watching what you do, You have no flaw, Leaving them in awe, You are the main attraction, Doing all the action, Perfect, None suspect, You...
For those 14 and above... The men line up, a masquerade on their faces conceiled, The women suit up, their charms calling out to the manly need.
Drummer boy, rhythm king We need you to do your thing Feel the beat, percussions power Will see us thru the midnight hour Singer's fine, guitarists wail But without you all would fail Bassman your...
EXPLICIT CONTENT -Not for under 18's Sung to the rythym and Lyrics of Ganster sexy by hollywood undead.
On the street such charming faces Mascarade, a hidden plea Covered up with airs and graces Rouge and kohl, origami.
Our stage is lit, the curtain stirs, a dancer takes the floor, She flicks her hips, throws her tired toes across the boards, A draping gown with sequins flashing light across the seams, Each...
If I walk inside tonight And see you at the door The music and pulsing And The bodies on the floor Take my hand Let's just dance And feel the grains of sand That pass through our hair As the time...
Are you with me on this people. The man with the woman head.
A bringer of smiles, my charm beguiles A playful soul, that's me But deep inside, it's sad, I've cried Plain for all to see A raconteur, please listen sir, I hold court rather well But it's all fake,...
I'm a projector, that's all I am. The picture you see, is simply a scam. The voice that you hear, is put on for show The true man I fear, was lost long ago.
A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and stops to entertain at a bar in a small town.
Individuals, events, places and time which are mentioned in this book might be taken out from real life or, they could be partially or totally the reflection of our imagination… Isn’t life a game,...
Currently studying musical theatre at college, and I'm coming to the end of my first year. Let me tell you right off, I would not change my time doing this course for the world.
Slow Dance The stage is quiet The dawn has come The night before finally gone The notes begun The spotlights shone We bow, we dancers We who face each other proudly Gladly, lovingly We bow in...
I see the lights, Fade to black, And I see the people, Oh how they clap, And I see the winners, Marching to the music, And I see the losers, And they're making it.
Poetry is like a musical; Words upon a page, that Maybe an Actor would see, and reenact upon a stage.
I am ashamed of myself. Constantly. If I'm not doing something really embarrassing then I'm thinking about something embarrassing I did in the past. The confusing thing is I'm proud of being ashamed.
"And here is Carmel JV Colorguard performing their show, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I walked into the large gym, filled with people on bleachers.