Stage fright spite

Not a fan of the limelight

Playback is what she lacks

She's the star of the sidetrack

Hollywood before sainthood

She would if she could

But her hands shake

And her brain aches

Behind the scenes

But up on the screen

With a drink and a wink

And if she doesn't think

Hair teased and brows tweezed

Only secretly pleased

Her name will be in lights yet

And she'll do it without a single regret