My little piece of history.

Over at that seat. Flashing lights, booming beats.
High on the gallery, behind camera fleets.
I've been here before.

Up on the beam. In the bowels of a battleship.
Sweat. Rust. Bitter taste of rope string.

Now here I am. Dressed up. Front, center.
Laughing. Smiling. Perfume in a can.
I've been here before.