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:: Friday, October 10, 2003 ::
Five Minutes til Showtime
Five minutes til showtime.
My costume changes ready, I know my lines.
Oh shit, I need to change!
I quickly wrap the towel round my waist in a frantic panic,
Sweat growing on my brow,
I change.
Three minutes til showtime.
Do I have all my props?
Hey, I see my friends in the audence.
The house is packed, and my palms,
Sweaty.
Do I know what to do for the intro piece?
Shit.
Okay, it's okay, I remember, totally easy.
I check my cellphone-
Silent.
Two minutes til showtime.
Cell phone off.
Shake it out.
Loosen up the neck, stretch,
Breathe.
You've done this before,
You've rehearsed nonstop for the past two weeks.
What if they don't like it?
Too late now.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
One minute til showtime.
Okayokayokay, this is it!
Hopefully tech willwork out.
Everything should go off without a hitch.
Youknowyourlines, oh my god!
Opening nightIhopetheylike itwhatiftheydon't?
Breathe!!!
Just breathe. You've done this before a million times
Loosen up, ignore your stomach I don't have time to pee!
We've practiced so much, time to turn it on, crank it up and go, don't look back, project, don't break character you know your lines get ready to shine baby because the house just went black, the crowd is cheering we're being introduced and
IT'S SHOWTIME!!!
Let's go.
:: Rick Kitagawa 2:16 AM [+] ::
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