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Here's a bit of a stream-of-consciousness based on a recollection of my first bistro performance in highschool...
I sit in a cafeteria chair on the makeshift stage. There's maybe fifty people in the audience, and I can name them all. I wish I couldn't see them. I wish I didn't know them, and I hope they don't say anything after I'm done. Just a polite clapping, then I can return to my seat and watch the rest of the show. Oh god, she's almost done announcing me. A minor. C. G. D. Yup. In tune. These lights are killing me. I'm so nervous, and it feels like I'm sitting face to the sun with ice against my back. Remember to breathe Katie. Just don't forget to breathe. Ugh, bad note, but don't worry. It's all cool. Hannah's smiling, Eleni's bobbing along. God, I love this song. I don't even need to think about it to sing it right. A couple last notes now, make them sweet.
I did it. I'm done. They're clapping more than I expected. My face is so warm and I'm shaking and I bet they can all tell how nervous I am by the sound of my voice and the way I look, but God, what a rush.
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