Showtime

The curtain is closed,

The audience is waiting.

The dancers stand

In the wings,

Stretching.

A few are on stage,

Safe behind the curtain as they

Review last minuet changes.

The air smells heavily of

Hairspray and makeup.

Boxes of rosin litter the floors.

Flowers are added to buns,

Eyelashes are curled,

Ribbons sewed on new shoes,

Props are set in boxes,

Ready to be used.

As the curtain opens,

The audience applauds,

And dancers run to their places.

Lights up.

Author's Note

A present for Dark Rose, who's awesome poem called "Backstage" got me inspired. :)

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

ObsidianGlitter is right! I TOTALLY LOVE IT!!!! THANK
YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!! Going in my favorites! This is AWESOME! Thank you SOOOOOO much! *hugs* :)

[Darkest Rose]

This is a great poem! How you wrote it for someone is fab! The wording is good and it's a girlie type poem! fab write :)

[LanternBounty]

Epic man. I think Dark Rose will love it! Going in my favorites girly.

-ObsidianGlitter