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Dec 2012
Silence.
Button pushed.
Curtains drag.
Flash.
Lights are on.
Step.
Step.
Aphoristic audience.
Spotlight is on you.
Breathe.
Look up.
Breathe.
Heart pumps.
The music begins.
You don't even think.
You move.
Sway with the beats.
It seems they're already
entwined with your skin
the way you carry yourself
across that stage.
And here it comes;
the grand finale.
You end with your gentle arms
in the air and your head faced
to the right.
The music stops with a thump.
The crowd develops a gradual
but loud clap and cheer.
Rose petals gather at your feet.
Slowly but surely, the curtains
make their way back to center-stage;
taking all the attention it seems.
The spotlight fades black
and you're left with nothing
but a memory of what you
just experienced.
A memory and a dozen red roses.
Flash.
Zaskia Natalie Villa
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Zaskia Natalie Villa  Arizona
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