We prayed as
children and teachers entered the spacious hall. I inhaled and exhaled heavily.
Thousands of chills traveled through my spine as the empty hall filled up with
chatter. I prayed and wished that I could travel to the future where our
performance ended. Sadly that would be impossible. I kept worrying about the
dance, what if I made a mistake? What if my sheet falls down? There was only
one way to find out, I did not like the idea of performing but it had to be done.
I waited
backstage impatiently. As the dark indigo curtains slowly opened, my breathing
pattern went more and more heavily. We clapped as we entered colossal stage the
music played powerfully, my sheet was so loose. It was too late to re-do the
sheet. So I went on holding my sheet trying to clap when I could. That was a
bad idea though it just made it worse, as it got worse and worse it finally
ended, I watched again as the denim painted curtains closed. I sighed in relief
as my cheeks turned red as a poppy.
