When people keep telling you that you're washed up, you begin to think that maybe their right. So sit down and you think, if I once had talent, maybe I've still got it. So you work, and work, and work, polish it up again. On opening night, you think your going crazy, but then that first applause comes crashing up, and you're so happy, you just wanna cry, and hug everybody down there. No, Im not talking about writing, but the feeling.