It Must Be the Shoes

It Must Be The Shoes, it must be the floor. I'm at the audition and enter the door. I think I'm to small, but I'll wear my flats so I won't fall. I'm dancing Center Stage. Pirouettes make me crash into others, this sends them into a rage. I should know my stage directions. Move downstage toward the Mic, I better figure out my left from my right. I pulled my hair back and wore my best tights. Point your toes dancers! This is going to be a long night. I warmed up at home and stayed focused on the way. I got new Head Shots, but I forgot them today. Look at my extension. See how high I can leap. Now just keep smiling and land on the beat. I can't believe how I'm perspiring. They announce that there will only be one that they will be hiring. Sequins, feathers and G strings too, if I get this job, You won't hear me complaining IT MUST BE THE SHOES!