This is your final curtain call:
Singers, clear your throats!
Dancers, get in line!
Actors, enter the abyss!
Captivate the audience with your voices.
Hide your faces so they will never know you.
Seize the stage with your masquerade,
Trace the meter, keep the rhythm,
Find your place in jarring harmonies,
Illustrate your lives with operas and
Extravagant choreography
Set to songs with no real meaning.
Hold that long, long note
Until your ribcage shakes.
Spot and turn:
Make us all dizzy.
Lose your breath and your balance,
Shout your lines
Until your veins are throbbing
Beneath your skin.

Make this audience clap for more,
Make the children cling to their seats,
Make everyone wild
Like patron saints of artistic chaos.

This world is yours to manipulate.