My concert

I'm behind the stage, and I hear the audience chatter, wondering when I'll be out
I'm about to cry because I'm so nervous, but my manager shoves me onto the stage
Holding my pretty pink guitar with a sparkly black neck, I walk to the center of the stage anxiously
Will these people really get the show they deserve? Or will they have wasted their time, watching me play?
It's too late now, I am already in position. The crowd of a couple hundred grows dead silent
I take a deep breath, and then open my eyes to see my girlfriend in the front row.
Seeing her beautiful face, I can't help but smile. I raise my guitar, fingers in position.
Then suddenly, I start playing, and my stress goes away as the cheering echoes through the building.