The Day

Well I'll give you the run down.

Pretty sure two moms hate me. Pretty sure.

My feet ache.

Can I stress enough, I am not a walking calendar.

Did I eat today? Can't remember.

BUT here's the touching part:

It's the end of the day. Im exhausted. I'm on the verge of tears. And I need some fresh air. I leave to get dinner. Remember that audition DVD I sent in? The one where I danced like a lunatic to Flashdance? Didn't hear anything yet on that. But I'm at the restaurant waiting for my order and I'm thinking about the amount of pressure I'm feeling and I'm just about to collapse when I hear on the radio:

first when theres nothing
but a slow glowing dream
that your fear seems to hide
deep inside your mind
all alone i have cried silent tears
full of pride in a world made of steel
made of stone

where i hear the music close my eyes feel the rhythm
wrap around take a hold
of heart

what a feelin
needs believin
i can't have it all
now i'm dancin for my life
take your passion and make it happen
pictures come alive
you can dance right through your life

now i hear the music
closed my eyes
i have rhythm
in a flash it takes hold of my heart

what a feelin
needs believin
i can't have it all
now i'm dancin for my life
take your passion and make it happen
pictures come alive
you can dance right through your life

whata feelin
whata feelin
whata feelin
whata feelin
whata feelin
whata feelin
whata feelin

Could life have given me a better moment? It was like God knew I needed a little light.