With everybody watching.
“I cannot do this. Well. This is what I WANTED, right?” But I just feel so, so…… What’s the word?” Oooh, he’s looking. She’s looking. All waiting on me. But what if I don’t do it right? What if it doesn’t feel good to them. I know, I’ll be able to read it on their faces. Oooh that’s my song. I might as well huh? Just start with the hips, move your hips girl. That’s right, just pretend you are at the club with your girls. Just relax and ride the beat, I’m feelin’ it now.
“Ten minutes Naimah.” That’s my cue.
(Music Playing) “Backstage bouncing adrenaline building up.” I feel you on that Mystical. Sweating and shaking, sweating and shaking. Here goes nothing, here goes everything. Well just my dreams, just the culmination of 23 years of schooling, 23 years of dancing in the mirror with the brush as if I’m addressing the world. The world. Will you listen?
Tonight they will. Life’s a game and this stage is my playground.
One step. “Hey girl, good luck out there.” Right foot in front of the left. “The crowd is ready, they waiting on you Na Na.” Bend knee extend leg. “Two minutes to show time.” Breathe. “Naimah your mics on the left, notes on that table.” Breathe, for real. “Curtains open in 3,2,1………”
My First Time………. Sweating and Shaking. (This is the first time I ever hosted a live show. Performer? Artist? Personality? Holla back and let us feel your first time)
Friday, September 11, 2009
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