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Stage Lights

The hot white lights shining down on your face. The warmth of the microphone you're gripping so tight in your hands. The loud beat of the drums and the loud stings of the strings on the guitar. You stand frozen on the stage. The crowd cheering you on. Singing along to the beat of the acoustics, The crowds cheers die down to listen to the hypnotic music. Your heart is beating so fast. You finish your song and head back stage. Met by your agent, he congratulates you and hands you a cold bottle of water. You did it, you over came your worst fear. You preformed on a stage. And everyone loved you!

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Date: 6/24/2013 9:17:00 AM
Excellent write. Enjoyed the read.
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