I will never succeed, All I can do is fail, I’m destined to screw up, But all I can say is Oh well. My thoughts of my demise, My fall from grace And not my rise, They frightened me. As it drew closer to my turn To walk onto the stage, My thoughts got worse, More panicked, Terror flooded my mind. My heart pounded fearfully As I took my first step forward, And with each step after that, My trembling got worse. When I started to sing The sounds of their cheers Started to ring In my ears. When I finished my song, I knew my thoughts were wrong… And with a final bow, The thought was gone.