Audience watches the dazzling sight.
Stage hidden in misty haze,
Actors look about with dramatic gaze.
This incredible zeal,
This love of something so very real.
Still and gasping with the tension,
I play my part and await their reaction.
Before the applause,
The momentary shock of delight is the cause.
Because, you see, acting is an art:
Art, not science it takes talent.
So when people see that side of you
And like what they see and really do
That feeling of fulfillment in your heart,
Knowing that you did your part
Did it well, to your director's content
That is a gift: treasured, but never spent.
It's even better when you get no awards
Or even congratulations to your face;
it's much better when all you hear
Are the whispered rumors in your ear,
Saying you made an impression towards
People with subtle daggers, not swords;
You were their child's favorite ace
And truly the best in the whole place!
And the thing that makes you come back
Isn't the makeup-caked face or sore feet;
It isn't the fawning of the costume crew
Or that joke you get but no one else knew.
No, what you come back for is that knack
For evoking laughter and making people crack,
Letting fall a tear or two in the backseat
For that dying heroine you made complete.
That feeling that no one but actors know
Is what makes stage fright worthwhile:
The satisfaction in evoking the right response
Is what we do it for; it's why we ensconce
The lines in our memory for the best show;
It's why we stay all night to get the flow
Of that scene just right (so it's not vile).
We do it 'cause we love it. 'Cause it makes us smile.