It's too bright and too hot
But that doesn't matter now
My hand closes around cold metal
My breathing echoes in it
So familiar to me now
I scream the words they want to hear
"Are you ready?"
Through the dance routines
And hundreds of lyrics
I become tired
Backstage I grab the water
Have a look in the mirror
The one who was blessed
The one who got lucky
What I'm doing is worth the harsh words
Worth the exhaustion
All that matters in the end
Is the rush of adrenaline
And the cheer of the crowd