God, I think I’ve got it.
I think I’ve got it.
I knew he liked me all the time.
Still it isn’t over.
What’s coming next?
It isn’t over.
What happens now?
I can’t imagine what he wants.
God, I hope I get it!
I hope I get it.
I’ve come this far, but even so
It could be yes, it could be no,
How many people does he want?
Who am I anyway?
Am I my resume?
That is a picture of a person I don’t know.
What does he want from me?
What should I try to be?
So many faces all around, and here we go.
I need this job, oh God, I need this show.