(Written on 2023-05-28)

The familiar sound of chaos completely surroundings me as
These verses flow from my mind that's miraculously calm
How blinding the vibrant dresses are, and deafening the high-pitched laughter
How everywhere there's boxes, bags bottles, brushed, blankets, bathrobes

How they inside the quite hall witness smiling dolls tiptoeing in perfect formation,
but not:
Those trains of little ones connect by hand
(wouldn't want to lose one in the ocean of chaos)
The director in search of those on the list
(running like a headless chicken)
Those two who keep fighting over that tiara
(normal sibling behaviour)
The teacher helping with that darn skirt
(they're complicated, okay?)
The smudged red lipstick on the white leotard
(please buy smudge-proof lipstick)

Away from it all in the stress room
Where the adrenaline shallows all the noise.
Then slipping into silent darkness.
Those Huge red curtains separate;
The bright spotlight hits you
By the music, every breath, muscle, thought
completely controlled...until the last note
when they burst into a clapping-cheering chaos