Role On Stage Nerves shaking, Stomach turning. The crowd are waiting, For my entrance on. I start quiet, Get louder as I go. The audience - silent Watching me swirl. Sniffles are heard, Smiles are seen. A round of applause As I finish my scene. I exit with pride, My curls swinging With a skip in my stride I just felt like singing
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