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By DrawingInTheDark, Manassas, VA

The stage is dark and empty
But not for long
My fingers curl around
The edge of the curtain
I know that there'll be an audience out there
And I know it'll be big

Backstage is a mess of bodies and makeup
And the atmosphere contains
Nauseating amounts of perfume and hysteria
I wrap the ribbons of my ballet shoes
Up my calves
Twist each ribbon
One-two, one-two
Warm-up slips away
And girls and boys slip into flashy outfits

The dressing room mirrors are filled to the brim with faces
So i slip into an empty dressing room
The lights flicker a bit
And a tall cracked mirror leans against the far corner
I discover why the room is always vacant

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