Passion

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Backstage I stand,
behind the never ending
curtain (my warm, velvet security
blanket).
The auditorium goes black.
I’m on.
I hear my cue in the music,
and walk out onto the stage.
My heart, like the engine of a race
car, accelerates


with





each




step.
The spotlight blazes like the sun, catalyzing a
reaction inside my body, sending
blood to my face.
I take what seems like an eternal breath.


Sweat


r

o

l

l

s


d

o

w



n
my back transmitting a tingling
sensation to my fingertips.



This is what I love.
My passion.





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