“Everyone’s on in 5!” Our producer yelled, circling backstage.

Suddenly bile arose in my throat, a huge weight placed on my heart, I tried to grab my heart, hoping it’d stop.

I run, and run, and run into the bathroom.

My breathing became shaky, as my hands arose to my head, pain throbbing my head.

“Help,” I whispered.

A heard loud footsteps walking outside the door.

“Jamie! Are you okay?”

Ben? What was Ben doing here.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

I forgot to lock the door.

I heard silence, he was waiting for my answer.

“Go away,” I said, shakily.

“Please,” He begged.

Why the heck was my enemy trying to help me?

“Fine,” I gasped.

He walked in, “Are you okay?”

I gave him a thumbs up and he came to sit next to me.

“What’s going on? I saw you run.”

“I can’t—“ I gasp again, my breath shaky.

I put a palm up to my heart.

He puts his hand on my hand, “You’re having a panic attack?”

I nodded.

“Okay, what is your favorite thing about preforming?”

I got out—barley, “Uhm, seeing people’s faces when I open my mouth, some jealous, some in awe, some totally bored.”

“Oo! The girl who always sits in front row and claps for you.”

“She is the sweetest,” I gasp out, my breathing slowing down.

“Yeah, and when she always brings you candies,” he winked.

“Yeah, or when she would yell at someone for being rude to me? Remember Angie?” I sighed a sigh of relief, the weight was lifted.

“Angie? Like angry Angie?”

“Yes!”

We both laughed.

Angry Angie always was in a bad mood, we tried to be kind to her but Yk…. It was just her personality sadly.

“How did you know?” I ask.

“Well, I have them myself.”

“Oh…”

We sat there and looked at each other for a minute.

I disputed the silence by saying, “I should probably get out there…”

He shook his head, “Oh, yeah, right…” He said, scratching his head.

With both of us walking out, I walked out onto the stage and sung—my favorite reaction was a baby crying silently? Like what? I didn’t know that was possible.

“You did great!” He said, high fiving me.

“Thank you,” I swung my hands together and blushed.

“Your welcome,” He smiled.

Interrupting our moment, our producer came in.

“Good job James.” He said high-fiving me, his nickname for me was James.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“You did great. Oh.. and hey, there was also a scout in the audience, they _really_ seemed to like your performance.”

“Wow!” I gasped—a good one this time.

I walked over to the Scout.

“We want to offer you a singing job, you would have full freedom on the songs, but we do ask to have your full attention.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t be working here anymore,” he said.

“What!” I gawked.

“I need to think.”

“Here,” He handed me his business card, and walked out.

Ben (my enemy + the electric guitarist) and I just became friends? And I knew everyone here? Do I take a big leap of faith? Do I risk it?

What should she do?? (I will make another part if y’all like this one.)