I doubt that I shall ever like auditions,
But now I’m better able to endure
The flight or fight response, and repetitions
Beforehand and a warm-up reassure

Me that I am prepared to do my best,
And if I don’t, then it was not to be-
It’s ultimately pointless to protest
That failure or success was solely me.

I bring the selfsame talent to the table
Each time I lay my cards upon the felt.
Wild fortune might my finest play enable
But ultimately, I take what I’m dealt,

I hope what skill I offer will attract
And that the deck against me isn’t stacked.