I deliver?

I can't say I'm a fan of this sensation,
Elected by a quick elimination,
Over my shoulder,
I told her,
You don't want someone older -
No, you don't want someone bolder?
Full of insinuation.

Nonsense, she said, and smiled -
We've watched you for a while,
And though you're small,
And untried,
You'll do fine.
Relax. We believe.

Masks are laughing,
Masks are crying,
Masks are what you need.
Ask the mask,
Be the mask,
Soon the masks will feed.

And now there's a room full of them; full of flavour,
And I'm starting to believe I can't compare.
I suppose the things they're asking, they just caught me unaware -
But they grin and laugh and act like I deliver.
I must not shiver.

I must not shiver.