All Roads Lead To Broadway
A soft cool breeze … as I step outside to the fresh spring day!
The smell of New York City … from Central Park.
Green trees and chirping birds …
A song of joy …
A song of life!
Walking with a song in my head …
the notes clear, my voice stronger than ever …
Am I singing out loud? Of course, must rehearse …
and the sight of words that make my heart fill with love: Stage Door
Yes! I am on Broadway . . .
The Greatest Place on Earth to us who love to . . .
The smell of the crowd, the roar of the greasepaint . . .
Although, these days, it’s the smell of musty old theatre parts, clean costumes.
The greasepaint is Max Factor and a bit of pancake make-up. Microphones taped in your wig.
Still, a theatre, no matter where or what size … that wood and dust that makes an asthmatic wheeze;
yet, with joy!
Lights blinding me from the coughing, oohs and ahs of the blurred faces.
I can feel their energy, their expectation … butterflies move through my stomach and to my knees.
Nerves mean you care … their energy makes me fly high! I am flying high.
Never toked a day in my life, but every performance on stage … I fly!
Those hot lights feel like God himself is smiling at me . . .
summoning me to sing the joy in my heart and soul!
This is orgasm of the whole body … it’s like an explosion of ecstasy! BOOM!