Sickening Stage Fright

๐˜–๐˜ฌ. ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด, ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. ๐˜๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด.


I stood on top of the metal platform while a few people sat in the first row, legs crossed and eyes looking intently. It was already bad enough that they were staring but also had pens in hand ready to jot down their harsh words about what they thought of the performances.


๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ.


Thank god it was only the judges who were in the room and nobody else. Itโ€™s not as bad when thereโ€™s few people, but still intimidating. As I closed my eyes and take a breath before I open my mouth to let the words flowโ€ฆ.


โ€œWell, are you ready yet?โ€ One of them asked.


๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ? ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด? ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด?! ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด!


๐™๐™ช๐™˜๐™ .


My thoughts rummaged through my brain to try and save me from the nightmare that was already happening. It didnโ€™t help that I had already opened my eyes to find the judges exchanging glances and moving their hands. My hands began to shake uncontrollably as my heart threatened to burst from my chest. Was it from the embarrassment or was it from the blinding lights? Was it always this quiet? Everything started to spin. And I was about to do the one thing whenever I got too stressed.


โ€œMaโ€™am you can go ahead and get off the stage now.โ€ Another judge said.



๐˜œ๐˜ฉ-๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต! ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ?! ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ? ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต-



But it was too late. What could only be described as a volcanic eruption, chunks of bile and what could only be meat from Taco Bell spewed from my throat and onto the stage with the force of a pressurized hose, nearly going off the edge. While one of the judges watched wide-eyed with a mix of confusion and worry, the other two judges looked on unfazed as if this had happened multiple times.


Breathing heavily and now a little woozy, I bowed my head and mumbled an apology in one final attempt to salvage whatever dignity I had left.



โ€œSorry, stage fright.โ€

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