Support Act

I’m scared
That I won’t be able to see
The support act
And only see the bits before
Drinks and crowds…
Not even the support act…
Not the main act,
The support act.
I’m scared
That I’ll wake up
As an angel -
No, not a Nativity play one -
An angel
That is barred
From real life experiences,
One that can’t
Marry the love of her life,
One that can’t
Have kids,
One that can’t
Be the fun auntie,
Or the crazy artist
Who spends most of her time
Doing collages in the attic
And pottery in the garden.
I’m scared
That the bouncers will tell me
That I am done.
I’m scared
That the bouncers will ask me
To leave my life behind,
Just before the support act
Arrive on stage,
Because it’s ‘your time to go.’
…I will stay.
I will stay ’til the encore.
I will stay after the encore.
That means I’ll see the support act…
And have a quick toilet break
Before the main act arrives.