happiest day ever.

I logged onto Blogger today to change my header, when WHAT DO YOU KNOW something AMAZING caught my eye.

What is so ingeniously incomprehendibly wonderful, you ask?

Blogger added like a gazillion new beautiful fonts to the list of choices. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME. I went through every single one about three times, trying so hard to decide. They are all so beautiful. Of course I'm going to memorize them. I'll probably change this blog's font every week, just to keep you guessing. I feel like a whole new world has just been opened up to me. I might just burst into a song from Aladdin.

Or not.

behind the scenes.

The makeup room is crowded and hot.

You fight for a spot in front of the mirror

and pile on thick white foundation,

crying while your director teases your hair,

and you watch yourself transform

from a plain, ordinary girl

to an old woman or a rich man.

Today you’re a dark-eyed zombie.

You slip your uniform over your head

and pull your stockings over your legs,

lace up your boots and hold your breath

while someone stuffs you in a corset.

Your director appears to tells you it’s time.

You hum your way backstage and join hands

and bow your head to ask for God’s help.

Then you silently slip behind the set and wait.

You wait for seconds that seem like years.

You run your lines through your head

and realize you’ve forgotten all of them.

All you hear is the pounding hearts

and stiff breathing of your family around you.

The lights go down. The audience grows quiet.

The judge’s pen is poised against his spiral.

Red lights fade in on you at the sound of the music,

a few ominous booms and cautious chords.

You stand up and face your audience.

- MELISSA RENEE