My life revolves around performance, yet I remain stuffed away with
eighteen others like me for all but maybe six hours a week. But of course
I'm the one who is just for practice. I'm the one that you can drop, kick,
scratch, and stain, and not have to worry about. Because will I ever stand
under those bright lights and flutter in the wind to the magical sound of
music and applause? Of course not. I don't have the glitz. And I don't
have the glamour. I'm too plain. But you just remember who taught you how
to make it all look good.