My stage fright starts to get to me.
Butterflies in my stomach, fluttering around.
I feel like I haven't eaten in days.
My knees dissolve into jelly
Wiggling and jerking with a mind of their own.
And as I feverishly mutter my lines to myself,
I hear my cue, or the compere announces my name.
I gulp in air, but the oxygen doesn't seem to reach my brain.
I walk onstage
Into the blindingly bright light
For a minute, I am dazzled.
I can't see anything!
But as soon as my eyes adjust...
I panic.
"Oh My God!" runs through my head.
A sea of faces
All gazing my way,
Expectantly
Like I'm someone important.
My heartbeat accelerates.
I break out in a cold sweat,
My jelly-legs knocking together so hard, I'm surprised they don't notice.
And as the stage fright grips me,
Right in front of that huge audience,
I see a face in the midst of the crowd.
That face!
The boy who tormented me when I was a new girl, back in fourth grade.
The boy who still makes me so angry, I could beat him into a pulp and feel satisfied.
The thought of revenge on him has kept me awake at night.
I hate him, his guts, that stupid smug grin spreading across his face.
"I'll show him!" I think
And with a defiant toss of my head, I begin to speak.
....
Later, after everyone congratulates me on my performance,
I'll think about the motivation that made me speak.
The thing that blew away my stage fright.
Boys are pretty useless,
But after an incident like this,
I have to admit,
They do have their uses....
*wink wink*