Were they looking?
Were they?
Why lights were so strong?
Why lights were pointed directly on his face?
He could feel his hands swelling like hot-air balloons, started sweating, desperately looking for a place where to shoo off their tremor.
And to not mention his legs! Did he still have them? They felt like yogurt stayed in the fridge overnight and about to crack under the teeth of some hungry child.
Because that was about it in the end, the audience was full of children.
So why was he so scared about it?
Because everybody knows children have no filters! They like something? They say it! They don’t like something? They beg you to death until they can leave that room filled with their worst boring nightmare!

The music started.
Shit, that was the time!
He started dancing, not sure if he could make the first step without sliding.

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