To walk into the room, or to play it safe.
By walking in the room, with the faces
Staring at me, ready for me to go
I put myself in a place of terror,
My hands shaking, and my two legs trembling.
Although, there is a chance for pride and joy,
By the vision of my name on that list.
The power to express is like no other
And I should be lucky I get that chance.
The chance of rejection, is too much to bear.
But what if the audition goes awful?
The thought of not receiving a phone call
Haunts me as I try go about my day.
If ‘tis a show I love with all my heart,
Then I will be devastated so much.
If they do not want me to perform at all,
Then why should I try and try and try
And try again? I should have chosen sports.
Theater is such a beautiful form of art,
But that same art brings so much fear as well.
Does that mean me a coward? Maybe so,
But no one can know that feeling I feel
Of knowing that you are walking into
A room to be judged and perhaps chosen,
Only if you’re lucky. But the feeling
Of being on that stage is the utmost
Fulfilling and brings me immense, grand joy.
‘Tis worth any rejection that might come
My way. For it only makes me stronger.
Oh, and here’s a call from the director…