You’re backstage. Wondering why you put
yourself through the performance anxiety and vulnerably involved with
performing… those butterflies take hold.
You step out into the house… into the light. There are expectant faces –strangers– but they’ve come to see you and whatever it is you’ll do. Hoping they’ll leave a little lighter or freer than they came.
They make eye contact. You realize the wonder of it is you love them all… that’s why you’re both here. That instant –is the Magic– of the night.
You step out into the house… into the light. There are expectant faces –strangers– but they’ve come to see you and whatever it is you’ll do. Hoping they’ll leave a little lighter or freer than they came.
They make eye contact. You realize the wonder of it is you love them all… that’s why you’re both here. That instant –is the Magic– of the night.
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