The End of The Stage

There’s this piano tunes.
Hundred yellow balloons.
Choir singers.
Three clapping judges.
Red and white flashing lights, glowing LED lights, thousands of bright confetti.
Being up high on stages.
With people you wanted to meet.
With rythm you listen everyday, lines you remember correctly.

Then there is magic.
That doesn’t happen everyday.

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