Saturday, July 24, 2010

"This is the first day of the rest of my life"

This is the first day of the rest of my life. As I walk through those doors I know there is no turning back. I've left everything behind. I have no regrets. Moving to New York was the best decision I have ever made. My opportunity has finally come and I'm not wasting one minute of it on doubt.
I burst through the doors and stand with my head held high and a smirk on my face. The spotlight reaches me and I wait as I see all the heads turn to face me. They've found me. Thousands of people sitting with their heads turned, looking at me. Waiting. Expecting.
I open my mouth and the lyrics jump out onto the floor and rush to the stage. They fill the room with an excitement and joy that lifts everyones spirit. I start walking down the aisle, looking at the faces of those watching me. Some look confused, probably wondering why I've started from the back entrance instead of on stage. But what is a show without spontaneity ?
I'm reaching the climax of my song. I've reached the stage. I start walking up the stairs. My eyes haven't left the audience. I walk towards centre-stage. My song is finishing. I must woe them again. They will remember my name after this show! I will not be forgotten. I look down. I've reached centre-stage. I slowly look back up at the audience and sing the highest and loudest note I have ever sung in my whole life. I stop. I smile. I try to catch my breathe and wait. A few moments of silence.
A sea of people rise and applaud me. I am taken aback by the volume of screams and claps coming from the audience. I've never sung in front of thousands of people before. The lights go off and the curtains close in front of me. I take a minute to absorb everything that has just went on. I heard the hustle and bustle of people grabbing their coats and slowly making their way to the nearest exits.
I take my last deep breath and begin to walk towards the backstage. I am greeted and congratulated by millions of pearly white teeth on all those smiling faces. I've done well. I know.
After a good amount of time thanking people, I finally make my way up to my dressing room. I sit at my make-up desk and stare at the girl who was once too scared to even sing in front of her own mother. She's still hidden behind all that foundation and those false eyelashes, but she's finally almost gone. I've come a long way since then and with this major opportunity, many more will come. So I say ,"Hello!" to fame and "Goodbye." to fear and the life I used to lead.