I smell it in my costume:
A mix of velvet, plastic sequins and
I taste it in my lipstick,
Worn with sweat and anxious
I hear it in the song we've heard a
But still pulses through my veins as
if it were the first.
I feel it in my stomach,
Churning with nervousness and
I see it in a thousand faces,
Smiling at every kick and turn of our
I know it when I am sitting in class,
Tapping my feet under my desk...
Or when I am taking a shower,
Performing for my shampoo bottle.
I believe it as I walk onto the floor,
With my chin held high and my
heart filled with pride.
I am a dancer!