Show Time

After months of practice,
learning every song,
having every line burned into memory,
remembering every dance move,
trying not to trip,
learning how to talk,
like an undeveloped hick,
walking in those costumes,
was the hardest thing of all,
though ugly and embarrassing,
the show must go on,
people pile into their seats,
looking at the stage,
trying not to screw up,
or throw up,
the introductions ended,
the curtain opens slow,
we all cringe, oh no,
we begin with a quiet chime,
oh dear god it's show time.

Date written: May 28th 2008