Give me a head... i mean a hug!

As one anxiously awaits the rise of the curtains, a revelation produces itself as bright as the stage lights. For the moments of the most importance are within fingers' reach. This is the time to excel or fail and one only discovers the outcome when standing delicately balanced for the world to see. These coming moments are created by the soul, ready to release itself after years of careful preparation. One channels all hope into he chance to gain wings and soar into the heavens among the stars. Nothing feels out of reach, but yet the demon called Doubt eats itself into the depths of one's being. The thoughts of failure refuse to relinquish themselves. It is the one chance and butterflies do somersaults in one's stomach. All eyes are focused on one's being and in those eyes can be seen a dream-reflected.