Performer

2 hours till curtain.

I arrive at the theatre, my home.

I immeditely smell hairspray, sweat, dust, perfume.

So familiar, so exciting.

Other actors and actresses are running around me.

I arrive at my dressing room.

I find my costumes, my makeup, my hair rollers;

they are calling me to the stage.

Mic check.

Do re mi fa so la ti......

Microphone: check.

1 hour till curtain.

My hair is in rollers.

My cheeks are bright pink,

and my lips ruby red.

This dress is too tight...

but no one will know from the audience.

I look at myself in the mirror, yet I don't see myself.

I am my character.

15 minutes till curtain.

We quickly warm up our voices

and nervously wish each other good luck,

making every attempt to get rid of our opening night jitters.

We say a quick prayer, and run to places.

1 minute till showtime.

I am running over lines and songs in my head.

I've dont this a million times.

I can do this. I got this.

The lights dim.

The curtain begins to rise,

the audience's voices fade into a sea of excited whispers,

reminding me why I perform.

Showtime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I threw this together in about 10 minutes, so I apologize if it's a little rough.