A minute of the concert

Two days of practice and one minute left of the concert
The fancy auditorium lights beat on my face
My lips ache from playing so much 
My fingers still move quickly to the right keys 
I look around me, everyone's face filled with dedication yet they can't wait for this to be over. 
This blemming song is almost over 20 seconds left
The conductor starts to lead the last eight measures. 
I'm ready for this to be over 
We hold this final note, my body running out of air 
Then it's over.
We all smile at each other saying, “Good job” with our eyes 
Lights flash in the audience from parents taking pictures 
The clapping silences and we are then free to go
Man am I glad this is over
 
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Kenzie

VT

19 years old

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