I cant wait for everything to start. For the curtain to come up, the spotlight to burn me from the inside out. The chance to prove everybody wrong. Insecurities to melt away. Everything to be right again. I look to the left and look to the right and all I can see is center stage. Stardom. Just beyond my fingertips and getting closer by the second. You shout no and in my head rings a yes. I want this more than you have ever wanted anything. It slips away from being a want to being an overpowering need. Im not there for the fame. Im there for the adreniline which continually seems to drip from the Iv that is a theatre. Somedays I dont think I can take it anymore, and then I have days like today, without it it doesnt seem right or fair. Fusebox goes out, but theres still one flaming candle left, until the last lingering hand clap dies