Her fa├žade remains serene; poised in pause,

Awaiting the eruption of applause.

Her grin extends at the crowd's profuse roar.

"This," she thinks, "Is what I have to live for."

Self adorning clothes and fictitious hair

Fit along side an exuberant flair.

Her heart alone beats with steps on the stage;

Each breath in sync with lines of the next page.

It is here she envisions the premise

To live life within her character's guise.

She evades all forlorn, and oppressed pleads

That belong to the sincere life she leads,

Where no light succeeds that alluring face,

In a setting where all props are misplaced.

From all this, when performing, she can hide,

And preserve the chic name "Miss Bona Fide."