med revue day 2
i danced drunk eh. it wasn't great to be onstage today. but it dulled the ache.
no butterflies, no adrenaline, no rush... just a bittersweet taste in my mouth. and the lights and the audience didn't exist. all i could hear were names, pictures and the awful twang of my red box.
and half the time i'm faraway from there.
amazing i didn't just forget all the moves. autopilot kicked in right on time. plastic smile and a pretend enthusiasm to mask. mask like the layers of make-up on my face. make-up i could tear to. bottled relief saved my part of the dance.
i'll be a drama queen if i want to be. no one to answer to right.
blitz litz tid bitz
the night swirls in a blur i don't want to remember.
i might not be crushed the same way but i am crushed.
tomorrow another day, another day and another day
ouch says the red box. ouch says the girl. and you deserve this you dumb *$&# says the man at the newspaper stand.
it was a good week while it lasted. day 5 tomorrow and the weekend. after party tomorrow. i suppose this is a good enough reason to 'celebrate'.
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Marilyn
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