The room filled with tension,
Nerves flying through the air
From one member to the next.
Smiling under the
Crowds’ stares filled
With expectation.
The lights heating up
Our skin through the
Tuxes and black dresses,
Sweating not able to cool off.
Butterflies flying
Around in our stomachs.
Creating nervousness.
The piano starts and
We transform from giggly
Teenagers into mature adults.
The music flits off the ivory keys,
The words rolling off our tongues, 
Voices intermingling through the air,
Quieting down the restless group.
We sing our hearts out,
Making sure everyone
Hears the harmony flowing
From us over the melody.
Nervousness goes away
Confidence has shown through
Making our voices heard.
Images by Chelseay Hacker
Poem by Alicia Pfaff
Sound by Joey Kocourek