The Start of a New
My heart is beating so fast and so hard
I start to wonder if the audience can hear it from backstage.
I take a precious minute to warm up my feet once again
just like the other ten times before this.
What if I mess up?
I wouldn't dare let myself.
I hear the sound of clapping hands of the anxious crowd behind the red curtain.
The last performance has just finished
taking a small bow before lightly exiting the stage.
I see the very crack in the curtain as it raises.
Pairs of watchful eyes look over me as the music starts.
I take a deep breath and start to dance.
Showtime.
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The Start of a New, which
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"The beginning of something. Hard to say what."
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