A Chorus Line

Dreams and thoughts,
Memories.

Memories of nervousness,
Adrenaline,
Powerful legs,
Weak arms,
Steady breath,
Cracking that note.

Auditions were different in school.
Safe.
Art didn't pay the rent.
The adrenaline was ego induced.
Bragging rights.
Experience building.

An audition today?
Terrifying.
Can this vessel contain
All those youthful emotions?

I miss the rush,
Not the insecurity.
I miss the ART,
Not the aggrevation.
"you're too serious"
"your voice is beautiful,
not powerful"
"too fat"

What kind of life is that?
What kind of life is there
Without the music,
Passion,
Emotion and heat.