Her Second Home

She enters cautiously. Her eyes wide in a deer-like wonder.

Her hands are clammy. Her heart is racing.

She tries to ignore the hundreds of eyes staring at her, possibly judging.

She feels the weight of the mic in her hand. The music starts out softly.

She let’s it soothe her nerves. She opens her voice, letting it tumble out, shaky.

She opens her eyes and sees a kind face. Her body relaxes and she smiles.

The music vibrates under her feet. The rhythm courses through veins.

Bravery taking over. She stands proud.

Her soul soars across the crowd. She feels at peace.

She feels like she’s right where she belongs.

The stage.

Her second home.

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