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Bright Lights

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My palms are sweaty.
I am shaking.
In the dark.

Backstage.

Light flickers under the curtain
as shadows pass.

I hear my cue line
and stumble onstage.

Surprised by the bright lights,
I squint and turn my head.

Finally, I look forward,
take a deep breath,

and become
someone else.





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