Center Stage

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There I am, centerstage, waiting for the deep, fuscia curtains to uncover what is behind them. I am sweating fear as I try to shake off my nerves. Finally the curtains draw, and I am standing there, alone, staring out into the sea of people who are waiting. I look out and the bright lights blind me. The eyeballs of the audience are like full moons, wide open and ready to listen. I am speechless. I am songless. Then suddenly I catch my breath. I open my mouth and release my first note. And it becomes the music of the night.





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