Time to show
what you’re made of. Heavy stuff.
But there is no failure, no risk, not really.
It’s not confidence that shrieks this in your face like a drill sergeant, it is not determination in your chin. It is simply nonexistent.
There is no failure.
Tonight is destiny, success and triumph.
Adversity cannot hang on you now like a too-heavy coat, too warm for the weather wrapped around and choking, fear a false security blanket.
Cowardice? What’s that? Anxiety? What’s that? Even hope…
There is nothing but the stone-sure promise of accolade and applause.
I am ready. Here I come.
yay! What an excellent time. An excellent performance. An excellent wig. I think the genius was in the wicked evildoer laugh.
A little song for you.
It’s Gaston. GA-Ston! Gaston in tiiiights. He roams, asking belle to be his wiiiiiife.
It’s Gaston. Ga-Ston! Gaston in tiights. Laughing and drinking and plotting while flexing his piIIiipes.
Didn’t I say it was little? meh. So the song’s not nearly the performance I saw on Friday, but its a shot.
It was a ton of fun. You’ll have to let me know when the next performance is.
Comment by nf — 5/6/2007 @ 10:31 pm
SO it did go well then?
Comment by Xiad — 5/7/2007 @ 9:33 am
You’ll see.
Comment by steelbuddha — 5/8/2007 @ 11:17 am