'Super Trouper' by ABBA
I was sick and tired of everything,
When I called you last night from Glasgow,
All I do is eat, and sleep, and sing,
Wishing every show was the last show,
So imagine I was glad to hear you're coming,
Suddenly it feels alright,
And it's gonna be so different,
When I'm on the stage tonight,
It was there, just as it always was the sick yet empty feeling that lay like a lead weight in the pit of her stomach as she stood in the wings. The tight hot lump that blocked her throat and made panic cloud her thoughts as she wondered in this was finally it. If when she opened her mouth to sing her voice would finally fail her.
From such an early age Ming-Ming had always loved to be perform, to be the centre of attention. As a child she would spend hours playing dress up then dance around her parents hours while they laughed in delight at the entertainment she gave them.
But as she grew she discovered that there was such an intense loneliness that came from standing alone under a spotlight. It made you feel as if you were the only person in the world and it was both the best and worst feeling that she had ever known.
And the longer a tore went on, the further from her friends that she travelled the worse the feeling of total abandon grew. The elation that came with each performance would be followed by lows that would make any junky cringe with horror.
The voice called out to her from the darkness, telling her that in five minuets she would have to go out and face twenty-thousand screaming fans, and she felt the smile pull at her lips. It was always the same, they always got the number wrong for it was not just a horde of fans that waited for her, her friends where out there too.
A group of girls more colourful that a group of birds of paradise. The kindred spirits who would always be there for her no matter what. The boys who seemed to spend more time fighting with each other than just about anything else. But would fight to keep her safe no matter hoe they had to go through to do so. And him. The one person who had made himself indispensable to her, because her very existence depended on him. He was her rock, her world, her everything.
On Que. she stepped out and instantly the spotlight found her as a wall of sound greeted her. And it was all right because this time she would have no need to come down from her high.
