there's a hallway in my my school where all the music and theater kids hang out after school one of my friends was there and i waved to him and he came up and hugged me and i started crying because since covid started last year none of my friends have hugged me and it was one of the best hugs i've had in a while
2 hours until fearless taylor's version i'm not okay
"Ladies and Gentlemen... Here comes the..." . . The artist walks towards the stage as he hears the cue, . . "Costume, check. Makeup, check. Smile, check. Confidence, check" He ticks all his mind checklist for one last time as he walks towards the spotlight just like those fireflies attracted to lights. Getting out of the backstage leaving behind all his doubts and worries, His courage steps on to his own canvas to create his own masterpiece.
Amidst the dramatic lights and music that stirs emotions, Given all the audience's attention Feels like he is the center of gravity attracting all the curious eyes.
Holding in a dynamic mix of excitement, nervousness and boundless happiness He bursts out his hardwork and professionalism. . . . . . "Thank you" With the ending note all he remembers is the applause and the audience reactions that mirrored exactly what he imagined while creating the masterpiece, and his performance remains like a lucid dream in his memory.
As he walks down the stage anybody could see the satisfaction he proudly carried over his shoulders.
You're always in a state of shock Looking up to a clock Waiting for bad luck Patience for your thunderstruck For that, they called you a moonstruck
The clock starts ticking, and people keep clicking, Mining for a nitpicking Till you start panicking
What would you do if they start picking?
I know you very well From that single ring of the doorbell It would be a shame if you said farewell Cause you don't figure to show and tell
Fear not, you should not be in-shock Once the clock starts ticking, it will be all good luck You are meant to be a rainbow, not a moon-struck A hidden gemstone with a sun-struck Patience for your thunder-struck
Time will tell, that you have served them well Now this is a story for your glory Next to a foundation that will exceed their expectations The shot that you will never throw like a cloth. Till the streets are now excitin', especially when you're fightin' Don't get so sorrow, for there will be another tomorrow.
All is well to say, the road is rough But I know you're tough. You're not glass but you're holding a glass Till you rule a class, to ignore those sass Till you hold your mass To a voyage till you forget the dark past.
Life could be beautiful as Veronica said Three colors did change you Till you became blue But you never failed to escape from being suppressed to the blue
As your companion at night I am amazed by your might Of singing every octave in the night You always have the choice to never leave your voice. Now as I end these words with "A music of the night", should be the title of this voice.
this stage became yours and the reality has fallen apart by the industrial silence I am but a reflection of your shadow gaslighted by your key-light deprived of my enlightenment there is no yesterday and tomorrow has never existed while the stone has its permanent role of aching my part is the interim of now