I was in the spotlight for just that one moment. One second they were all staring at me, the next they were looking away, gazing intently at him. He held all the focus for them, I knew, and my focus as well. Panting heavily, I stared into his face, my body gyrating wildly to the music that was frantically playing in the background. My chest heaved, and he sang out in glory.
ktstar23
The spotlight shone in her face, illuminating every flaw and doubt she had in herself. She didn’t know what she was doing there, in front of all these people, but it didn’t matter. She needed to do what she could.
Heather
light on stage burning hot the pressure to perform the intense smiles and grimace the beam of isolation and steam of brightness contrasting the pitch black void
lmd
I see the light, it’s all on me. One day I’ll be the only one basking in its glory. To all my enemies and friends, I say, be gone from me! You will not get in my way, for this spotlight is mine, and mine alone. One day, I will be known, I’ll be great!
loldoug
She stared into the spotlight that she was so accustomed to but could not figure out why it was so appealing.
Nash
there once was a man who had a giant spotlight….he killed a man and shot himslef with the high powered beam of a spotlight…;0
jk
He always wanted to be in spotlight. He craved for it. He always looked for it. He always tried for it. He always yearned for it. He always did, said things for that. And then… The accident… He was in spotlight till he burnt to ashes..!!
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can you see the spotlight in front of me? i can but i can’t see in front of it. is it a trick, a sham? how can i stand in something that leads to something unknown? scary yes? hot, definitely. unknown. most certainly.
alex gloge
last night at the shakespeare play, a crazy wild version of As You Like It, they had one scene set in a 1920sish nightclub. A guy came on stage, under the spotlight, and sang with jazz hands. Fantastic!
val
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Anonymous
I couldn’t stand the heat of the spotlight. There were fifty seven others standing around me, but I didn’t see them; all I saw was the conductor, the piano, and the hot light from that blaring spotlight. It was as if it were screaming at me, “This all depends on you! One wrong note and they’ll know!” The girl behind me kept hitting my head with her music, but that was okay, because I was there to sing my heart out for the love of music. I heard so many wrong notes, and we got a standing ovation… Oh, music.
breeeee
That’s what I stand in every night. Singing to the crowd of few that come to support me or the others. My heart goes out to them, my heart thrives in the spotlight. Without it, I would be nothing.
Griffin Trent
spotlight on me. tiptoe around the house. all i do is fuck up. hate me, join the club. So easy to blame me because I’m always that girl. Get the eyes off me! I walk on eggshells. I am enraged with anger.
samantha
Here I am always in the spotlight. But I did not wish too. I dance, I cry, I laugh, and I lie. Here I am in my spotlight and It’s my life.
MMMOM
A man in dreadlocks standing on a stage alone. He forgot what he was supposed to be singing. The room is completely silent as an entire crowd anticipates his next move.
James
if i get spotlight as my word, i’ll be pissed. shouldn’t we all be getting different words?
peabody
the spotlight shown on the murky water and the breeze seemed to whisper danger. I was feeling a sense of tension up and down my spine. I took a quick swipe of my brow and then…
Christian
I’m always in the spotlight, it’s terrible. As the youngest child, and the only one in the family to actually get through high school without going into a charter or homeschool (which isn’t a bad thing, I guess, but it’s kind of the plague, here) I have a constant amount of ever-growing pressure all the time.
The limelight isn’t what it’s cut out to be. I promise, don’t go searching for it, it’s really unpleasant and I wish I could get away from it.
Talim
spotlight in my eyes as i enter the stage …blinding almost… am i dreaming … has all the hardwork and dedication finally paid off… I wonder … for i have dreamed of this spotlight for many sleeps
Brian
Spotlight on the dust that floats
Floats on like the mice
That make a fine frenzy
The growth frenzy that never came
Stuck in my shell
Something like a dead plant
Rotting
But there’s hope
Not from the parasites
But the promise
Promising rainbows and butterflies
Zach
The spotlight shone so brightly she had to squint and could barely recognize the figure struggling silently in the hallway.
Amber
Spotlight makes me think of making it big. That is of course if you want to be a performer of some sort; such as an actor/actress, or a music entertainer of some sort. Maybe you want to be a game show host.
Jenae
I stood on the stage waiting for the attention of the crowd I believed to be in front of me when all I could do is be blinded by the brightness of the enthusasem that I had for my upcoming performance. It was my spotlight.
Rob LaValley
The spotlight shone down on her. Her heart sped up, pounding in her chest. Deep breaths. Just breathe.
Skyye
As the spotlight flashed to life with the customary hollow click, Franhein tugged at his collar and prepared to spring from his hole, assisted by the spring board that was concealed, along with him, beneath the stage. He heard the crowd go still as he mentally checked his person for the various tools of his trade, tucked up sleeves and other apertures.
Daniel M.
i always wanted to be in the spotlight – i always seem to strive for attention. not in a bad way, in that “i’m lonely, and i want your approval” kind of way. i just feel more comfortable when i’m the one with the focus – i like to have it. i’m not really sure why. i used to want to be an actor.
samantha
confused
Anonymous
limelight in the center of atteition with your eye on wathching stalking acting
Anonymous
He always stole the spotlight from me. I never had his attention. He never knew I existed. Yet, through it all, I still loved him. Now, I’ve given up hope. For him. For me. For us.
Greg
it is when u are the center of attention u are aweosme! it is everything u have dreamed of
it’s hot and bright like the su but artificial
sometimes it sucks to be in it but other times it pretty cool
sarah
a spotlight shows new things that are happening. Like cars, or a new adventure park. Like Valleyfair. Even though it’s not new, it must have had spotlights at one point. And Valleyfair was new, and it must have been good when it was new, so it must have had spotlights.
Anonymous
jennifer hudson, The follow spots during rent were crazy this past week, i don’t know how the spotlight ended up on me. It was as if we were torn apart, and it was my fault, and everyone was staring at me. It couldn’t be true, she couldn’t be dead. Was she? And WAS it my fault?
Sam Robbins, sjr9@buffalo.edu
The potlight is a spotlight in this tiny, eastern-style cafe. We’re having coffee and it’s shining right on the crown of my head, like everything I say is important, like everything I say is a show. You’re a tough crowd
Heather
sometimes its easier to hide in the spotlight, like that nickel creek song. just hide in what everyone sees and already thinks of you, its easier to stay the same. its easier then changing. just stay “you” …. i want to change. i want to get out of the spotlight. hopefully tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life. in the dark where i can be free.
casey
standing there and the floor is dusty, like no one’s ever stood where I’m standing in a million years. And there’s lights shining bright in my eyes like little birds in those cartoons, you know? Real sweet. I try to open my mouth but then I look out into the audience and everyone I ever knew is sitting there, and I look down and — I don’t have any clothes on. Dear god, what is this? No scarf, no socks, just me and nothin’ to say
sea
Dance, it shines down on me. A spotlight from above. It makes me who I am, and I love the feeling. It has gone out. I am done. My dreams have shattered on the dance floor. I am no more. Part of me has died. Goodbye Passion.
Anonymous
on the stage. emotions rollercoastering but the thrill overpasses them all. The power. Being watched. being listened to. Everthing you have to say and do is absorbed without choice. You are the only one that matters. and they love you.
Cat
The spotlight shown on Youngbae. For him this was his his moment, for him this would prove his destiny.
No it wasn’t a concert or a tv show or anything of that nature. It was saying three little words….three little words to a man.
I.Love.You
b.k.yealol@gmail.com
Standing in the spotlight like this, I realized I probably never should have taken the drugs. Sure, I felt fantastic right now, I couldn’t stop grinning even as my head snapped back and blood frothed from my mouth, a fist retreating from my face just a blur as I fell to the ground. I’m sure I’ll figure out why it was a bad idea in the morning.
Lita
the spotlight shone on our faces, burning and hot in a way that made me want to puke or maybe cry. i was so afraid he would call my mother. all i wanted was a night for my own, with his lips on my own and his hands roaming my body.
I was in the spotlight for just that one moment. One second they were all staring at me, the next they were looking away, gazing intently at him. He held all the focus for them, I knew, and my focus as well. Panting heavily, I stared into his face, my body gyrating wildly to the music that was frantically playing in the background. My chest heaved, and he sang out in glory.
The spotlight shone in her face, illuminating every flaw and doubt she had in herself. She didn’t know what she was doing there, in front of all these people, but it didn’t matter. She needed to do what she could.
light on stage burning hot the pressure to perform the intense smiles and grimace the beam of isolation and steam of brightness contrasting the pitch black void
I see the light, it’s all on me. One day I’ll be the only one basking in its glory. To all my enemies and friends, I say, be gone from me! You will not get in my way, for this spotlight is mine, and mine alone. One day, I will be known, I’ll be great!
She stared into the spotlight that she was so accustomed to but could not figure out why it was so appealing.
there once was a man who had a giant spotlight….he killed a man and shot himslef with the high powered beam of a spotlight…;0
He always wanted to be in spotlight. He craved for it. He always looked for it. He always tried for it. He always yearned for it. He always did, said things for that. And then… The accident… He was in spotlight till he burnt to ashes..!!
can you see the spotlight in front of me? i can but i can’t see in front of it. is it a trick, a sham? how can i stand in something that leads to something unknown? scary yes? hot, definitely. unknown. most certainly.
last night at the shakespeare play, a crazy wild version of As You Like It, they had one scene set in a 1920sish nightclub. A guy came on stage, under the spotlight, and sang with jazz hands. Fantastic!
dkfsdijgosfigjioj
I couldn’t stand the heat of the spotlight. There were fifty seven others standing around me, but I didn’t see them; all I saw was the conductor, the piano, and the hot light from that blaring spotlight. It was as if it were screaming at me, “This all depends on you! One wrong note and they’ll know!” The girl behind me kept hitting my head with her music, but that was okay, because I was there to sing my heart out for the love of music. I heard so many wrong notes, and we got a standing ovation… Oh, music.
That’s what I stand in every night. Singing to the crowd of few that come to support me or the others. My heart goes out to them, my heart thrives in the spotlight. Without it, I would be nothing.
spotlight on me. tiptoe around the house. all i do is fuck up. hate me, join the club. So easy to blame me because I’m always that girl. Get the eyes off me! I walk on eggshells. I am enraged with anger.
Here I am always in the spotlight. But I did not wish too. I dance, I cry, I laugh, and I lie. Here I am in my spotlight and It’s my life.
A man in dreadlocks standing on a stage alone. He forgot what he was supposed to be singing. The room is completely silent as an entire crowd anticipates his next move.
if i get spotlight as my word, i’ll be pissed. shouldn’t we all be getting different words?
the spotlight shown on the murky water and the breeze seemed to whisper danger. I was feeling a sense of tension up and down my spine. I took a quick swipe of my brow and then…
I’m always in the spotlight, it’s terrible. As the youngest child, and the only one in the family to actually get through high school without going into a charter or homeschool (which isn’t a bad thing, I guess, but it’s kind of the plague, here) I have a constant amount of ever-growing pressure all the time.
The limelight isn’t what it’s cut out to be. I promise, don’t go searching for it, it’s really unpleasant and I wish I could get away from it.
spotlight in my eyes as i enter the stage …blinding almost… am i dreaming … has all the hardwork and dedication finally paid off… I wonder … for i have dreamed of this spotlight for many sleeps
Spotlight on the dust that floats
Floats on like the mice
That make a fine frenzy
The growth frenzy that never came
Stuck in my shell
Something like a dead plant
Rotting
But there’s hope
Not from the parasites
But the promise
Promising rainbows and butterflies
The spotlight shone so brightly she had to squint and could barely recognize the figure struggling silently in the hallway.
Spotlight makes me think of making it big. That is of course if you want to be a performer of some sort; such as an actor/actress, or a music entertainer of some sort. Maybe you want to be a game show host.
I stood on the stage waiting for the attention of the crowd I believed to be in front of me when all I could do is be blinded by the brightness of the enthusasem that I had for my upcoming performance. It was my spotlight.
The spotlight shone down on her. Her heart sped up, pounding in her chest. Deep breaths. Just breathe.
As the spotlight flashed to life with the customary hollow click, Franhein tugged at his collar and prepared to spring from his hole, assisted by the spring board that was concealed, along with him, beneath the stage. He heard the crowd go still as he mentally checked his person for the various tools of his trade, tucked up sleeves and other apertures.
i always wanted to be in the spotlight – i always seem to strive for attention. not in a bad way, in that “i’m lonely, and i want your approval” kind of way. i just feel more comfortable when i’m the one with the focus – i like to have it. i’m not really sure why. i used to want to be an actor.
confused
limelight in the center of atteition with your eye on wathching stalking acting
He always stole the spotlight from me. I never had his attention. He never knew I existed. Yet, through it all, I still loved him. Now, I’ve given up hope. For him. For me. For us.
it is when u are the center of attention u are aweosme! it is everything u have dreamed of
it’s hot and bright like the su but artificial
sometimes it sucks to be in it but other times it pretty cool
a spotlight shows new things that are happening. Like cars, or a new adventure park. Like Valleyfair. Even though it’s not new, it must have had spotlights at one point. And Valleyfair was new, and it must have been good when it was new, so it must have had spotlights.
jennifer hudson, The follow spots during rent were crazy this past week, i don’t know how the spotlight ended up on me. It was as if we were torn apart, and it was my fault, and everyone was staring at me. It couldn’t be true, she couldn’t be dead. Was she? And WAS it my fault?
The potlight is a spotlight in this tiny, eastern-style cafe. We’re having coffee and it’s shining right on the crown of my head, like everything I say is important, like everything I say is a show. You’re a tough crowd
sometimes its easier to hide in the spotlight, like that nickel creek song. just hide in what everyone sees and already thinks of you, its easier to stay the same. its easier then changing. just stay “you” …. i want to change. i want to get out of the spotlight. hopefully tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life. in the dark where i can be free.
standing there and the floor is dusty, like no one’s ever stood where I’m standing in a million years. And there’s lights shining bright in my eyes like little birds in those cartoons, you know? Real sweet. I try to open my mouth but then I look out into the audience and everyone I ever knew is sitting there, and I look down and — I don’t have any clothes on. Dear god, what is this? No scarf, no socks, just me and nothin’ to say
Dance, it shines down on me. A spotlight from above. It makes me who I am, and I love the feeling. It has gone out. I am done. My dreams have shattered on the dance floor. I am no more. Part of me has died. Goodbye Passion.
on the stage. emotions rollercoastering but the thrill overpasses them all. The power. Being watched. being listened to. Everthing you have to say and do is absorbed without choice. You are the only one that matters. and they love you.
The spotlight shown on Youngbae. For him this was his his moment, for him this would prove his destiny.
No it wasn’t a concert or a tv show or anything of that nature. It was saying three little words….three little words to a man.
I.Love.You
Standing in the spotlight like this, I realized I probably never should have taken the drugs. Sure, I felt fantastic right now, I couldn’t stop grinning even as my head snapped back and blood frothed from my mouth, a fist retreating from my face just a blur as I fell to the ground. I’m sure I’ll figure out why it was a bad idea in the morning.
the spotlight shone on our faces, burning and hot in a way that made me want to puke or maybe cry. i was so afraid he would call my mother. all i wanted was a night for my own, with his lips on my own and his hands roaming my body.