A sistina on acting auditions |
Standing at the foot of the stage staring into the spotlight Fearful of the steps that may make me slip The peephole of the cyclorama they must mend Staring back at me, the audience, the view one way One more lieko drops a tinted blue shine A washed out facial habit I step away from the edge a bit Flight or fear mechanism, fear of flight To get a grip I wish there was a sip of moonshine A cough, a squint, and puckered lips I think of the six train on the subway The one that got me here to this end Their pious air, their fashion trends Their over critical tidbits I just need to get away But this cigarette will do. “Do you have a light?” He smiles as his lighter he flips In the shadows, it creates a metallic shine All the passengers commented on the absence of sunshine But in this car every splinter bends Like a prism, creating the colors of my paper clips Which reminds me, my resumè can’t show I played a rabbit Or that for three years I stepped out of the limelight So, now upon the stage, before the auditors, I sway And again, I just want to get away I don’t know if these others I could outshine So bright a star above the rest, a brilliant starlight In this business, one has no friends Although their constant presence becomes expected habit And they mark your sarcastic tones up to the Freudian slip I swear for them, I’d do back flips Eat fire, climb every mountain, drive every highway I sit with the other hopefuls who haven’t the slightest tidbit But, it’s no longer my time to shine I just have to hold my tongue and make amends And search for another light This time from a casting director, I get the slip I put the cigarette away Finally I can breathe a bit |