| My Solo Feelings |
| On the stage I feel the eyes of the crowd, Hundreds of people watching me, waiting for me to act, They judge me, try to frighten me, Some try to comfort me. I take a deep breath, hoping against hope that I might move them, I actually try to please them, and not let them down, Impossible as that might be. I start to sing, my melody wrapping around the accompaniment, Pretending that I'm alone or with people I trust, Losing myself in the music I sing, For a moment forgetting that I sing to hundreds. The music goes on while I continue the song, Not knowing what the audience is thinking, Not daring to open my eyes, to possibly see laughter, Afraid to see disgust or revulsion. The music ends and my singing stops, I hear silence in the room, I feel dread in the split-second of silence, I think that any second they are going to laugh me off the stage, And then I hear wild applause, head spinning in its loudness. |