You wait.

Sitting in your chair,

All you do

Is watch.

Watching

And waiting.

Time ticks by,

And so does your heart.

Somehow,

You feel it.

That feeling inside of you,

The feeling that is a flurry.

The feeling that reminds you,

About what will come ahead.

And as your heart beats,

Pounds,

Palpatates.

You notice

That it is a rhythm.

A rhythm inside of you.

And as this rhythm

Keeps on going,

You wait.

And suddenly,

Almost as if waking up from a trance,

Your name is called

Ever so loudly.

The rhythm of your inner drum

Pauses for a moment

Before suddenly speeding up.

And your body

Starts moving

Of it's own accord—

Pulling you,

Driving you.

And your legs walk.

They just march

Forward,

And your rhythm

Is getting stronger

With every minute that passes.

And you find yourself

Standing,

Staring off into

An unfamiliar audience.

You had your doubts,

But the moment was here.

It was finally here.

And as you start

To perform,

The hot glare of the spotlight

Comes to rest on you,

Reminding you,

Reminding everyone,

That this

Is your moment.