A Letter to Openers
You might see people walking around Grabbing a drink or talking too loud As you tell your story Don’t count the seats Don’t stare at the gaps Don’t hate the people that are late Or more likely intentionally so So they miss you Instead hold that fire in your belly That one that whispers yeah you're ready Cause one day if you make it, you’ll wish yourself right back here To a smaller stage where you had to prove your name Don’t go feeling bad for yourself, when they’re cheering for someone else You’ve got a song Even if they can’t sing along You get lost in an anecdote trying to be a comedian Your voice shakes - trying to find your confidence You’re nobodies’ judgement They’ll take it or they won’t But don’t you let your worth live or die by the decibel they send back when you’re done They might not know your name I promise you that’s a story of pain This is your reminder not every headliner, likes the view You’ve got something sweet This place in line it can’t be beat So when you fe
