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Nov 2016
I was backstage all set to perform
Well this was the daily routine being the norm
My practice would be a step out with turn around having a surprise shout
As I was backstage, stage fright sat in
I had loss the courage to truly begin
My thoughts, “What did the audience expect or didn’t?”
I remember my Grandfather’s inspiring words, “If you don’t step out, how will the audience know what you are talking about. It’s about being Confident and knowing you can perform and believing your talent from within”
Right after that, one leg at a time became two
As the curtain went up and I stepped out
The rhythm hit the right notes, and sang and spoke
I even added some jokes
It was an effort that stood out in my Grandfather’s words being “Try”
My whole performance surrounded my Grandfather’s inspiration
Tomorrow being the spotlight of my path
I am finally performing being at last
It’s dignity and honor that gives one class
Time truly does move fast
The stage with a memory of my Grandfather I will never forget
Oh that old man that pushed me beyond my own expectations
Well enough down memory lane
The love for my Grandfather that will always remain
The show continued on
The theatrical stage my Grandfather knew I belonged
Turn on the spotlight, let the curtain stay up and bring in the music
I sang, “Oh man you were right”
My performance tonight was out of sight
I had been thinking it was a plight
It took more than that spotlight
I had a reason to dance and a message to give
Thanks Grandpa, you were my adjective
Perform I will with entertainment being shall
Well the show ended with an upbeat note
But all it took was my Grandfather’s words he spoke.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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