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The nervousness rolling through my whole body was terrifying enough
The eyes staring me down like a hunter ready to kill his prey.
I walk onto the stage ready to shock everyone
The music starts up soft
Then rumbles like the thunder that used to keep me up at night.
It’s my turn
I open my mouth but nothing comes out
The music stops then starts again like the marching band at a football game.
I stand there ready to run off the stage
I close my eyes as tightly as I can
Everyone disappears like bugs in the middle of fog
It’s just me standing there now.
I try it one more time, scared for my life
I open my mouth and the most beautiful noise came out
One of those sounds that just make you want to cry.
Standing there on that big open stage
Was that seven-year-old girl singing “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”
-ashlli
