A Concert

The music starts to play
And the lights are turned down low.
The curtain falls
And spotlights glow.

The crowd goes crazy
And sparks start to fly.
The band starts to sing.
And there am I.

Clapping my hands
And swaying to the beat.
Listening to the usher's yell.
"Don't stand in your seat."

And feeling a rush of energy
From the music in the air.
And all I can do is smile.
I'm so glad to be there.

©1999 A Concert
©1999 Spanish Eyes Productions
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