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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.
I must agree with allets,
I must agree with allets, it reminds me too of "Turn the Page" by Bob Seger. The poem does, however, make one feel like they are both, back stage and in the audience.
Out there in the spotlight
You're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playing star again
There I go
Turn the page
Thank you
Thank you
~Love, Poisonous
Nice Pink Guitar
Turn The Page - kept coming to mind. Reading poetry is like that, the jitters, then terror, then once you start, you groove it! Nice process piece ~~Lady A~~
Thank you! Though I wrote
Thank you! Though I wrote this beforehand, the concert went almost exactly the same as the poem
~Love, Poisonous