A dimly lit bakstage
Illuminated by
two small, dull, blue lightbulbs
And the bright stage light that
sneaks behind the curtain
A young girl anxiously
shifts her weight from
One foot to another
The butterflies rise up
Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.
Without warning, Scene one ends
Black shadows transform
The daunting, wooden structure
The roar of applause falls on numb ears
Adrenaline surges
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