Stage Fright - Original Essay

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Stage Fright - Original Essay I waited tensely behind the stage curtain, reciting my lines as if my life depended on it. Who was I kidding? My life did depend on it. If I failed here then all of my dignity would shatter like a bullet on glass. There was one, rather insignificant consolation, the blatant expressions on the other kids' faces portrayed that they were just as apprehensive as I. My eyes were glued to my script as if magnetically attracted to it. I desperately tried to focus, but it was futile because people already on stage insisted on saying their lines: it drove me insane. "You sure you're okay?" asked my instructor. She placed her hand on my shoulder; comfortingly. I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm okay." I replied whilst exhaling. "Alright, good boy." she said and continued her rounds. She stopped to talk with a little girl, younger than I named Francesca. I myself however, was a mere six years old at the time. I glanced over. Francesca seemed possibly even more terrified than even I was. She turned towards me also and I managed to muster a pleasant smile and an encouraging thumbs-up. She replied with a giggly grin, lowered her head and shuffled around sheepishly in the direction of the big black curtain. She was obviously rather shy, I also noticed that she looked so innocent in her bright pink outfit. I too; faced the curtain, half wanting it to retract so I could finally rid myself of this peculiar adrenaline of anxiety that was forcing my heart into the deepest bowels of my gut. On the other hand, I half wanted it to simply never open, for fear of the consequences of it doing so. I hazarded a... ... middle of paper ... ...ing along) trudged along to the far-side of the room. A few minutes later, we all had to go on stage together to bow for the audience to mark the end of the performance. Luckily, as we went out, Michael was a good distance away. We all put our hands together, and produced a magnificent bow, which was greeted with rapturous applause. I caught a glimpse of my mum and dad, and my face lit up. Once the performance was over, I got my stuff together and ran out to see my mum and dad, I found them and charged up to them, they greeted me with open arms. "Good job!" my dad said (he appeared very proud), and ruffled my hair. "I'll look forward to next year's!" my mum assured. "Yeah, me too." I murmured, and as we trotted out of the theater, I looked back and noticed Francesca, all smiles with her parents. THE END

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