15 July 2012
Backstage rush. Makeup artists Working nonstop Making me What I need to be.
Director Wishing us luck, Beckoning me over, Putting on my Mic, Patting my back, Smiling.
3 deep breathes. One last whispered Voice check. I wear my biggest smile. One more breath.
Cross my fingers. Step onto the stage. See the people of NYC. Broadway, they came. To see our play.
The lights above Blind me from The enormous crowd, Ever swelling as late ones arrive. Tears come up.
As i look into Those bright lights. Realizing this... I made it. I'm here. Broadway at last.
So, with obvious emotion, I open my mouth. With a tremble of my hands, And a whisk of my arm, I begin to sing.
~Someday. Broadway.-
~My Dream~ • Opuss № I