Feet tremble as they approach the stage. Flashlights are blinding too.
And like on a cue, sweat breaks on his brow. Funnily enough, he feels
cold though. There are goosebumps in him trapped like never before. They
want to escape but don’t understand how to create a Mexican wave on his
skin. However, he trudges towards the microphone before taking a look
at the crowd. The silence is noisy enough to make him forget the lyrics
of a song he had sung a thousand times without skipping a beat. But now
is different. Something only his quivering fingers know.
N.B. I'm done asking you to write 99-word stories for this site. Officially.
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