i'm ready so don't stop me now

i guess you could consider this to be a poem.

"ready?" by s
backstage with you, watching the current act
my nerves are building, hands are shaking.
you smile at me and tell me it will be fine,
then their music stops and the curtain drops. you push me onstage, i shoot you a glance, and you know all.
know that i'm not ready for this, that i'm fucking terrified.
the curtain begins to go up, and my music starts, and you look and me and smile.
that smile gives me confidence.
its time to do this.
jump kick. chassé batu turn. turn turn turn. tendu prepare turn one, fouetté two, three four, land that fucking double. finish it off. chassé grand jeté. tour jeté. eyes up, knees straight, legs high, land it. chassé stag leap split, roll through. hit out roll through center split. fuck that hurts, just smile, its almost over. kick balchange step ponché get on the floor. push legs out, in. slide, get up, step développé, hold it there.
music stops.
i see you at the side of the stage, with those brown eyes and that smile, and i know that in your eyes, i succeeded. and that's all i need.