The Right Song
July 31st 2014
-Prologue
The crowd roars. Some chant my name while others sing the lyrics to the song that brought me to this moment. It sets off a wild party of butterflies in my stomach. My heart starts racing and my knees shake. The music rises throughout the arena—my cue to take the stage.
I look behind at the guy that inspired me to reach this point, giving his hand a soft squeeze. He smiles, then nods approvingly for me to go for it.
A wave of confidence washes over my body; I slip out of the safety of his grasp and walk out in front of the many eager fans waiting to hear me sing.
Taking center stage, I clasp my hands around the microphone stand, close my eyes, and inhale a deep breath.
As the electrifying guitar riffs blast off, accompanied by the haunting melodies of the keyboard, I part my lips and allow the words to seep out of my heart.
I open my eyes to glance over the crowd. A smile makes its way to my lips as I notice they’re singing along with me.
We escape into the lyrics, united in this moment of bliss. It warms my heart, knowing I’ve touched theirs.
This is why I’ve worked so hard. I’m here now. And it’s only the beginning.
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Shane Morgan | Professional Dreamer 