(The prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net today was to take inspiration from a work of art. My thoughts immediately turned to dance and the audition process. I know I date myself with the video clips that I have chosen as inspiration, but they both convey the emotions of this poem. The first is a trailer for the 1985 film version of the Broadway blockbuster A Chorus Line. The second is a scene from the 1979 film All That Jazz.)
Here we go again.
I hope I’m good enough.
I hope I have what it takes.
What is he looking for anyway?
Am I tall enough?
Am I pretty enough?
I don’t want to get my hopes up too high.
I don’t want to be let down again.
Can I be what he wants?
Or will this be just another failure?
I know it’s not about me.
It’s not personal, it’s professional, right?
But rejection hurts.
And being one of the chosen
Is one of the best feelings in the world!
