The performance

The stage was lit
It was getting late
The backstage area was cold and dimly lit
I was going through my notes
Rehearsing in my head
I wasnt sure who had come tonight
And I was too scared to look
They sent the chime through the theater
It was quite exciting
To know in just moments I was going to bare my soul to loads of faces
The nerves had started but quite soon became numb once the vodka had kicked in
That was my prompt
Off I went
Walking round the corridor approaching the stairs
The stage was eery
No noise was surrounding it
I stepped up
My heart sunk
One face in all this
Rows and rows of seats
And just one face
I walked up to the mic
"Thanks for coming..... "