My hearts racing,
no one's voice,
can break my nervousness.
Ive done this my whole life,
but never in front of...
Them.
The music starts,
the lights dim,
and as cliche as it sounds,
the spotlights shine.
And all thats left is me,
the music,
and my voice.
I open my eyes,
to a sea of strangers,
and a pond of farmiliar faces.
The music is lulling,
and its my que to sing.
I breathe one last time,
and the notes flow,
from my mind.
And all Im thinking about is,
you deserve this.
Hundreds of girls,
wanted this,
and you're here.
Hundreds of people betting on you to fail,
and you're here.
I cresendo into a note so beautiful it brings the crowd to a roar.
My voice no longer trembles,
my doubts,
are erased from my mind,
because my song is coming,
to a coda,
and I want to enjoy the last of the rhymes.
So I take a breath,
low and full,
and belt out the notes,
that end the song.
The music and I,
stop suddenly,
and in sync.
I stand there,
in my blue,
ruffled dress,
and hair,
done up.
But I realize,
they are not clapping for my dress,
or for my hair,
they are clapping,
for my voice,
for my talent,
and somewhere in my mind,
Im telling my self,
I dont care.
If always had the voice,
and Ive always been this version,
of me.
I just had to prove to you,
them,
and most importantly,
me.