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The solo : the magic of the movement
It’s concert time
 My  solo is  drawing near
 As go over the lyrics my head
 The last song ends
 
 It’s finally here
 
 I walk up the stairs to the stage
 Move in front of the mic
 Take a deep breathe,
 Glance  at the audience,
 And Think, o dear, why did I volunteer to be here?
 Like jumping off a high dive
 I push myself and my fear aside 
 I nod to the pianist and soon she’s in full gear
 
 The music begins
 And I take a deep breath
 I  begin to sing first verse
 As I sing the first words of the song 
 My voice is strong,
 Despite the fact I am shaking  in fear 
 
 The Music picks up and my egnery picks
 I begin to sing louder, with more confidence too
 I can’t help but smile, 
 
 As the music get louder, and stronger
 I go farther into the paradise 
 And the music takes over
 It no longer sound out of my mouth and into my ear
 I lose all fear 
 I am all powerful now
 The music surround me
 And like warm blanket it wraps in wonder and delight
 It feels so right
 I feel good. 
 
 
 The song comes to a close
 I belt the last note,
 As soon  as the song ends,
 The applause begins
 They clap and cheer 
 I feel like all the world can hear,
 And for a little while , I think of nothing else,
 But the magic of the moment

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The back is that the night before the entry for contest where due, I had choir concert and during it I had a solo. When got home, I use this as inspiration for poem.
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