Verse 1:

Nine years old, kid, standing back here, backstage,

Hands all sweaty, inside it's a frantic cage.

Heart's drumming hard, like a hammer, boom-boom-boom,

Gonna walk out, then what? Forget my lines, fill the room with gloom?

Voice stuck somewhere deep, inside my chest,

Wanna bolt, wanna run, put this whole thing to the test.

People waiting, so many, the whole hall's tight,

Every single stare, man, it amplifies my fright.

Feel like I'm gonna trip, gonna fall right down flat,

Become the biggest clown on stage, a total messed-up brat.

Everything else is normal – school, home, my toys,

But this stage right here? Not just playground noise.

Chorus:

But when I'm on stage, my microphone's my friend,

Everything changes, magic that will transcend.

Fear just flies away, happiness takes its flight,

This moment right here, it's real, it's pure, it's bright!

Everything's different here, sounds, lights, the air,