A bottle of red lipstick at my side,
blue glitter, shadow, sparkles on my eyes.
All outlets in use, no hot irons hide.
The hairspray fragrance, outsiders despise.

Sweet, blooming flowers rest in viewers’ hands.
Soft whispers scatter, they are set to cheer.
Bright lights dim; music fills the heaving stands.
A hush spreads through the crowd; the show is near.

Behind the curtain leg I calmly wait.
No tremble, no fright, only pure delight.
The moment I craved has come to this date.
Let the track play; let dancers bring the light.

We dancers know the feeling we all thrive.
We own the stage; we make it come alive.