or when it is opening night.
small crowd,
big smiles
(and larger anxieties),
with nerves buzzing through all of us,
we waited for the grand drape
to part,
for the lights to illuminate
her
at center stage.
and then,
magic littered the stage as gold.
YOU ARE READING
Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
