As concessions begin to open

The smell of Buttered popcorn fills the air 

Soon People begin to appear 

The curtain rises, it's time to go 

My friends and I must put on a show 

Our nerves are well deserved 

As my heart races and the music changes 

My que is soon

Stepping out and seeing faces 

But only focusing on music phrases 

Moving with memory 

Filling the room with different types of energy

Smiles appear on all of the elderly 

Yet the youth are entertained 

But difficult to be contained 

Coming to a close 

Applose begins to impose 

Endless hours of practice 

For one moment to shine

But soon I will have to resign