The ladies are here in their pale pink tights,
Their hair tied up in Buns.
Their make up has been applied perfectly.
They wait for the conservatory doors to open
With the rest of their outfits slung
Over their shoulders in plastic.

Not one hair is out of place,
Not one hint of individuality left on their faces,
But I'm show sure the show will be beautiful.

But I'm also glad that I am on my way home.
I can let my hair down,
Put on any music I choose,
 And dance my heart out
For no one but you
And me.

-jenn