SOL #6

I put on my apron, I fix my hair, I walk out: I am a server. I walk into the tables taking peoples orders and bringing food. The lights slowly come off, darker, darker. I cannot see. With my friends, we walk on the stage to preform.

I take off my apron, I fix my hair, I walk out: I am a singer. I walk onto the stage with a big clunk. All the lights are off. They slowly come on, brighter, brighter. I am practically blinded. With my friends, in sync, we open our mouths and sing.

I put my apron on once again, ready to serve. I walk into the tables taking peoples orders and bringing food. The lights slowly come off, darker, darker. I cannot see. With my friends, we walk on the stage to preform.

I take off my apron on once again, ready to preform. I walk onto the stage with a big clunk. All the lights are off. They slowly come on, brighter, brighter. I am practically blinded. With my friends, in sync, we open our mouths and sing.

I am in Cabaret