Dreaming Mozart

Can this be real?
Am I really here, infront of these ivory and ebony keys?
Waiting for me to touch them and make music?
I can feel the eyes of the audience piercing through my talent,
Waiting for me to unleash it.

My fingers, trembling until I touch those ivory and ebony keys,
Until I can hear the first note I played.
My heartbeat, racing like it never did before
With one mistake I can embarrass myself in front of this huge crowd.
I am only 14, wishing to be a young Mozart.

I can hear the voices of my classmates on my head.
Mocking me how I'm passionate on playing the piano.
Afraid my social status would be degraded once more.
I can feel my heart somewhat crying,
begging me not to continue.

I can hear the announcer saying my name,
The audience's hands clapping.
I feel nervous.
Afraid I might ruin my name for this single performance.
I can't do this.

With all eyes upon me, waiting for me to play,
I couldn't back out now.
Faster, faster.
My fingers are uncontrollable, I cannot stop them from making this music.
I am a young Mozart, wishing to be another Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Now the spot light is all mine,
with series of applause to be heard by my ears only.
Look out world for this time I will shine.
Still hoping to be as big as Mozart.