Act I: The Quiet Life   I sit alone all day   Far removed from center stage   I memorize my lines   A thousand words I’ll never say   Preparing for the big audition   I call you on the phone   In the morning Saturday   You ask if everything’s okay   And wait so patiently   Through the awkward silences   I never have the nerve to ask you   Childhood wishes   Dirty dishes   I will show you everything      Act II: The Butterfly   They typecast me as dull   I deserve a better role   An understudy to the man   That sleeps inside of this cocoon   I will rise above this stage fright   Still I have the butterflies   In my stomach   In my heart   Life is a performance art   Someday soon I’ll speak my soul   Shed my skin and fly away   Free of every inhibition   A reversal through rehearsal      I want some understanding   I want some understanding   An acting class will teach me   To be myself completely   I want some understanding   I want some understanding   Nobody knows for certain   What lies behind the curtain      Act III: The Final Bow   Class is beginning finally   Three units of group therapy   Twenty people in a room   Wearing many different lives   Like picking clothes   For an important party   Still I have the butterflies   In my stomach   In my heart   Life is a performance art   Someday soon I’ll speak my soul   Shed my skin and fly away   Free of every inhibition   A reversal through rehearsal