A large decorated door
Behind it
A very specific smell
It is almost empty, but I sense that a lot happens here
Many rows of velvet-covered chairs
Behind a curtain
A place where not many may come
I feel a bit special

The smell of sweat
And make-up
Many different people
There is always something happening here
Before and after the show
And during it, too
Things are hectic
But cosy
Excitement and tension are in the air
Yet I feel as relaxed and at ease as nowhere else

It makes me proud to see her putting on make-up
She looks different afterwards, but still like herself
She is an artist
Is admired
For what she does on stage
I am proud
That I belong to her and therefore belong here
But still the thought exists that
Without her
I might not belong here
And one day
Have to find my own way