PRESENTATION OUTLINE
Fog of hairspray surrounds me, suffocating me with its sweet, sticky smell.
The cherry red lipstick mattes my lips like drying paint.
the lights of the mirrors illuminate my clown makeup covered face. Thousands of butterflies flutter about my stomach.
Hundreds of hours of practice leading to this moment build up in my mind.
Dance moves race through my spinning mind.
The familiar notes of the overture begin;
the excitement spreads backstage like wildfire. The maroon curtain opens and the fluorescent spotlights blind me.
I see nothing but shadows of heads; smile, and let every ounce of energy and practice pour out of me.
