'Dreams of Gold' - Production

by Hannah Rohe, Room 1, Year 8

The blinding spotlight shone in my eyes,
And the hairs on my neck were beginning to rise,
The audience clapped, their applause was resounding,
Across the theatre walls their echos were bounding.

My friends make-up and costumes were bursting with colour,
While I felt like my legs were turning to rubber.

I danced on the stage, I was belting it out,
But on the inside I wanted to shout;
To run off the stage, to hide my shamed face
But my legs wouldn't move. They kept me in place!

And then it was over. As quick as begun
And believe it or not...
IT HAD REALLY BEEN FUN!!!