Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.
It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.
Reality was they were the keys to her success.
Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.
Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?
So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Risking it all on a forty-footer
And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes
Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed
Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in
Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…
All she ever let them see was her screen face
Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful
The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide
Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be
Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down