It was the gifted program at Sean’s school. It is bright. and on stages. And beautiful. Its hard to function correctly if you are a weak person. You can put gels on it and make it different colors. Red can seem angry. Or blue for underwater. S
it was there, in the middle of the stage, that single spotlight where his mark was set. moving into it, he gave himself over to something he’d never known before and he knew his character had become his reality, his soul, his self.
opening his arms to embrace all there, to pull in the feel of the energy of the audience, the crew, the words he was to speak… the eternal power of the stage itself. with the first words, he went from simple man to legend.
She’s in the spotlight of his thoughts all the time.
Even when the two of them are out on a mission, capturing Pokemon and using them to complete tasks, he always winds up thinking about her, and how beautiful she is.
Sometimes, he doesn’t think at all. Sometimes, he doesn’t WANT to think at all.
The spotlight shines down and the world stops.
Only me. I am the only one standing there in the light of the spotlight. It shines brighter than the fear that makes my body shake. Suddenly I open my mouth and the notes flow. The spotlight made my future glow.
Most people are shy when the spotlight is on them. They tend to like it better when it’s on someone else instead of them. Being in the spotlight makes one vulnerable to critics. Some
I am always in the spotlight. we are all in the spotlight of our lives. who can tell us when enough is enough… we are all living under the great spotlight that are our lives. why do we put ourselves through this? why? i miss the freedom of our spotlight-less lives.
Sometimes I feel as if I’m in the spotlight. Yikes, it’s hot and I might be sweating. Who is looking at me? Other times … and more usually … I see people who have been in the spotlight their whole lives. They have no idea how to live without it. Possibly, it is an addiction.
i love being in the spotlight. it allows me to not see everyone else out in front of me and just be myself and do what i feel needs to happen. i’ve been many different people telling many different stories while in the spotlight. as vulnerable and exposed as it may seem… the spotlight is somewhere i feel the most comfortable.
is the thing that sines down on you and makes you noticed. stand out. it is a very bright warm light that can allow you to shine for yourself and everyone else. it can be a negative thing as in “put under the spotlight” to be criticized and observed,
You are the spotlight. The blaring, screaming, searching spotlight. I always hide. Always. As if hiding will do anything. We both know you are coming and that you are almost here. Well here I am! Take me! Get this over already.
I was thirteen, and I had a dream. There was a stage, and a man. A feather floated down through the spotlight, and he just watched, Entranced. The feather was composed almost purely of shifting harsh shadows and lines of light. All I could think of was how nothing can ever be that beautiful.
Being in the middle of everything, everyone’s staring at you. Being focused on, having to focus on the subject at hand.
The possibility of freezing.
Every detail gets exaggerated.
PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS
Thats me in the corner, that me in the spotlight. Think that is a song. Once when I was little a cop put his spot light on me. I froze like a deer in headlights. Then he laughed his ass off and said go home its late. It was my neighbor. Ever since then I dont like them.
I stood there blinded.
Breathing.
That’s all I could hear.
Step step step
automatically
Faster
Breathing harder
Moving faster
Spinning, dipping, gliding,
dancing.
Blinded with light
I love being in the spotlight. Probably because Mommy and Daddy never paid enough attention to me. I’ll do stupid things like drive recklessly, just to get the attention of other potential friends on the freeway, or the bright blinking lights of the CHP in my rearview. Something about attention, good or bad, reinforces the notion that I am a valued member of society. The spotlight highlights that for me.
i was in the spotlight. ready to go..so nervous but more excited than id ever be. anticipation like i’d never experienced before. the music started.thumping like a second heartbeat tthrough my body. i stepped foward, took a deep breath
I’d like to stand in the spotlight, but usually I’m the one behind it, focusing it, holding it in place for others to stand in its shining beam. I’m more comfortable here.
so spotlight huh? why the word spotlight why do i always ask questions i’m watching boobs want boobs i’m not really watching boobs spotlight and kat williams desert boobs and fear and loathing! that’s what i’m getting jared for xmas this year i feel fat about i’m not even writing about spotlights what the fuck who the fuck wants to write about that
The spotlight is on us daily. We are women of worth and value — not because of what we do, but because of who we are; not for the way we appear but for the presence we bring.
no one said it’d shine this brightly… i can’t even see the world i once knew… where did everyone go? my friends? my family? my life as i knew it? well… after a little focus, i kinda like the view…
I once saw an amazing spotlight. It was rainbow-colored. Once upon a time, I was born. Ever since, I’ve had a fanscination with lights. They amaze me! They remind me of many things as well.
When it all falls down, you build it back up. It falls around you and this is going to happen no matter what. Life is riddled with jumping crickets. The snow does fall in the summer and hurricanes can destroy mountains. You must rebuild. You are in the spotlight.
Standing in the spotlight, in front of everyone, I wonder what it is I want to say. Do I tell them what i did? What I went through to get here. Do i tell them how his skin felt the last time i touched him? Do i tell them, how much i loved him as i cut his throat. I don’t. I just smile and say “Im breanna, im addicted.”
It was the gifted program at Sean’s school. It is bright. and on stages. And beautiful. Its hard to function correctly if you are a weak person. You can put gels on it and make it different colors. Red can seem angry. Or blue for underwater. S
it was there, in the middle of the stage, that single spotlight where his mark was set. moving into it, he gave himself over to something he’d never known before and he knew his character had become his reality, his soul, his self.
opening his arms to embrace all there, to pull in the feel of the energy of the audience, the crew, the words he was to speak… the eternal power of the stage itself. with the first words, he went from simple man to legend.
She’s in the spotlight of his thoughts all the time.
Even when the two of them are out on a mission, capturing Pokemon and using them to complete tasks, he always winds up thinking about her, and how beautiful she is.
Sometimes, he doesn’t think at all. Sometimes, he doesn’t WANT to think at all.
im in the spotlight its super bright in my eyes and all that yeah for sure ok why not eat turkey all day
i love the spotliht. many ppl get it and dont know how to use it.
spotlight, how it hides amongst the millions, overlapping; confused as sunlight. It is food for some,perchance a flame for us foolish moths.
The spotlight shines down and the world stops.
Only me. I am the only one standing there in the light of the spotlight. It shines brighter than the fear that makes my body shake. Suddenly I open my mouth and the notes flow. The spotlight made my future glow.
spots and lights
Im in the spotlight, loosing my religion. Trying to keep eyes on you…
famous. what everyone wants to be. but is it all that glamorous? is it all that luxury-filled?
Most people are shy when the spotlight is on them. They tend to like it better when it’s on someone else instead of them. Being in the spotlight makes one vulnerable to critics. Some
for a star. shines on you. center stage.
I am always in the spotlight. we are all in the spotlight of our lives. who can tell us when enough is enough… we are all living under the great spotlight that are our lives. why do we put ourselves through this? why? i miss the freedom of our spotlight-less lives.
Sometimes I feel as if I’m in the spotlight. Yikes, it’s hot and I might be sweating. Who is looking at me? Other times … and more usually … I see people who have been in the spotlight their whole lives. They have no idea how to live without it. Possibly, it is an addiction.
i love being in the spotlight. it allows me to not see everyone else out in front of me and just be myself and do what i feel needs to happen. i’ve been many different people telling many different stories while in the spotlight. as vulnerable and exposed as it may seem… the spotlight is somewhere i feel the most comfortable.
I don’t want it
is the thing that sines down on you and makes you noticed. stand out. it is a very bright warm light that can allow you to shine for yourself and everyone else. it can be a negative thing as in “put under the spotlight” to be criticized and observed,
The spotlight makes the audience see you in a new “light” There’s nothing else in view, you are the star.
You are the spotlight. The blaring, screaming, searching spotlight. I always hide. Always. As if hiding will do anything. We both know you are coming and that you are almost here. Well here I am! Take me! Get this over already.
I was thirteen, and I had a dream. There was a stage, and a man. A feather floated down through the spotlight, and he just watched, Entranced. The feather was composed almost purely of shifting harsh shadows and lines of light. All I could think of was how nothing can ever be that beautiful.
She hated to be in the spotlight. Her father was always calling attention to her as a child and she avoided him when she could.
I’m always in the spotlight
fuck the spotlight it sucks so much balls I wish it would die. Is there anything worse than a spotlight, shining in your eyes?
On STAGE THE SPOTLIGHT IS BLINDING. IT HURTS & IT MAKES YOU VULNERABLE. IT ALSO GIVES YOU AN OPPORTUNITY, TO SHOW YOURSELF.
Being in the middle of everything, everyone’s staring at you. Being focused on, having to focus on the subject at hand.
The possibility of freezing.
Every detail gets exaggerated.
PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS
Thats me in the corner, that me in the spotlight. Think that is a song. Once when I was little a cop put his spot light on me. I froze like a deer in headlights. Then he laughed his ass off and said go home its late. It was my neighbor. Ever since then I dont like them.
I stood there blinded.
Breathing.
That’s all I could hear.
Step step step
automatically
Faster
Breathing harder
Moving faster
Spinning, dipping, gliding,
dancing.
Blinded with light
I love being in the spotlight. Probably because Mommy and Daddy never paid enough attention to me. I’ll do stupid things like drive recklessly, just to get the attention of other potential friends on the freeway, or the bright blinking lights of the CHP in my rearview. Something about attention, good or bad, reinforces the notion that I am a valued member of society. The spotlight highlights that for me.
i was in the spotlight. ready to go..so nervous but more excited than id ever be. anticipation like i’d never experienced before. the music started.thumping like a second heartbeat tthrough my body. i stepped foward, took a deep breath
actors are so vain. vain vain vain. who needs a spotlight? besides a deity. actors are not deities. simba stop. omg cat. stop. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
they’re bright. Or dim.
they’re large. Or small.
they’re cheap. Or expensive.
Yet a spotlight’s a spotlight.
I’d like to stand in the spotlight, but usually I’m the one behind it, focusing it, holding it in place for others to stand in its shining beam. I’m more comfortable here.
The crowd looks at the person within it. It shines bright down on the stage and lightens the room. It can be made large or small, precise or full.
so spotlight huh? why the word spotlight why do i always ask questions i’m watching boobs want boobs i’m not really watching boobs spotlight and kat williams desert boobs and fear and loathing! that’s what i’m getting jared for xmas this year i feel fat about i’m not even writing about spotlights what the fuck who the fuck wants to write about that
The spotlight is on us daily. We are women of worth and value — not because of what we do, but because of who we are; not for the way we appear but for the presence we bring.
famous
no one said it’d shine this brightly… i can’t even see the world i once knew… where did everyone go? my friends? my family? my life as i knew it? well… after a little focus, i kinda like the view…
I guess sometimes I want to be put in the spotlight. I want people to know that I have succeeded and have fulfilled my dreams.
I once saw an amazing spotlight. It was rainbow-colored. Once upon a time, I was born. Ever since, I’ve had a fanscination with lights. They amaze me! They remind me of many things as well.
When it all falls down, you build it back up. It falls around you and this is going to happen no matter what. Life is riddled with jumping crickets. The snow does fall in the summer and hurricanes can destroy mountains. You must rebuild. You are in the spotlight.
Standing in the spotlight, in front of everyone, I wonder what it is I want to say. Do I tell them what i did? What I went through to get here. Do i tell them how his skin felt the last time i touched him? Do i tell them, how much i loved him as i cut his throat. I don’t. I just smile and say “Im breanna, im addicted.”