The Show Must Go On

Taking a deep breath in I straighten my back Tighten my tie and lift my head high Slapping my cheeks twice to keep me in the moment I make sure I plaster on a smile Walking from behind the curtains I make sure not to trip, not to flatter in my steps I'll start with a joke Maybe give a compliment to the lady in the front row Or I'll have a nice chat with the man in fancy plaid Talk to them about how they've been goes their day, their cat, their child, or their job It's all decent chit-chat My breath becomes shallow and my back is tense The ties to tight now, choking me with ever move Slapping my cheeks twice to keep myself awake I make sure to not let tiredness show Walking back behind the curtains I trip, I flatter Falling to my knees I let myself rest knowing the show must go on again tomorrow