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Butterflies

Butterflies rest in my stomach.

The roar of the crowd brings me joy, it reminds me of why I’ve always wanted to entertain the public.

A bit of stage fright, pacing behind the curtain like I’m preparing for the big fight.

The touch of a microphone – makes the stage feel like home.

Ready to give them all a show.

Hearing the roar again, it’s the most enticing feeling when you’re reminded what you do this for.

You can hear them shouting your name.

You feel that moment of fame.

And that’s when I realized that when there’s passion, there’s no need to be embarrassed or have shame.

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