The roar of the greasepaint, (whatever that means),
The lure of the limelight, the shifting of scenes,
The dim upturned faces, the rounds of applause
These are the hooks the adrenalin soars;
And you stand at that moment on top of the world,
Your sword in your hand and your banner unfurled,
Your pose struck just so but if your luck's like mine,
You'll have found you've forgotten your very next line!
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