I Take The Stage

By Anonymous

The concert hall sat silent.
The audience felt alone.
The orchestra waited in the pit,
while the singers just went home.

Stage hands found themselves on hold,
lighting crew in the dark.
Everyone waited and wondered if
this performance was some type of art.

The critics were critically scribbling
harsh words for the front page.
The night I sneaked in early,
and quietly took the stage!

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