~ The Show
~ Composed by : Aeryllin

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Weeks are spent, bent under a storm of contemplation,
Practicing my every move, lost in preparation.
Sleepless nights and restless days, fevered anticipation.
And here we are now, welcome to the show!

The stage goes on for miles, dark and intimidating.
The audience is animated, eagerly awaiting
All the things I've been rehearsing, the things I've been creating.
And here we are now, soon to start the show!

Backstage I clutch my notes, anxiety has sprung.
Will my words stumble, stitched unto my tongue?
Will my voice falter, and leave my song unsung?
But there's no time for doubt, it's time for the show!

Swallowing, nervous, hesitant, I move onto the stage.
The audience has fallen still, impossible to gauge.
Will they react with joy or boredom, unexpected rage?
Can't worry about that now, I have to start the show!

I draw up all my courage, still my trembling fingertips.
The moment is upon me, I force myself to come to grips.
The lights rise up around me, and the first words leave my lips.
And here it is, on with the show!

And then the magic starts, it grips me in its spell.
The power sweeps right through me, my music starts to swell.
It overruns the audience, their attention I compel.
All my fear is lost in the glory of the show!

And oh, the glory, the wonder of the show,
An ecstasy, a rush, that few choose to ever know,
To perform, to sing, to dance, to play, with all the stage aglow!
Nothing will ever match the joy of the show!

The audience is mine, I hold them in captivation!
I paint their world with all the colors of my imagination!
I hope they hang on every word in rapt fascination!
Some laugh, some frown, some sit in silent contemplation,
As I pour out my performance in joyous exultation!
Plucking at their heartstrings to join my excitation,
To join me in my delight, a cause for celebration!
Purely for the joy of my craft, and not for adulation,
I spin a dream for them and the glory of the show!

So revel here with me, to the end and from the start!
Glory be to Lord Scarlatti, glory to His Art!
It's a labor of love, and a true gift from my heart.
I've done my best for all of you, so please, enjoy the show!

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Phaestian, in the year 606 AF.