Let me stand here for a minute, under the illusion of the lights. Backstage the smell of greasepaint and dust settles my mind, my heart flutters at that familiar sound, the music starting up as the people quiet down, and I sit there, at 3 am.. in my own world in the quiet of the night, behind a curtain of fog in my own mind and letting that illusion shroud me in comfort. Hug me in it's own arms of the dark, the only lights are no longer a spotlight, but the stars themself...
And then you walk in, drawing back the curtain in my introduction.. and expose my illusions to the world.
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