One fateful day, I decided to pick up the music microphone and sang something. My music teacher was all like "Hey! You can sing!" Then he told me that I should sing for the next music performance. Oh, no.
You see, singing is not my thing. Yes, I guess I can get the notes right, but I still sound like as if I just had a dose of crack. Also, I kind of have stage fright. That's why I usually play something like the piano or percussion which people would hear and care less about. But no, I had to sing. Moreover, I'm the type of guy that can't say no to other people that easily. Even though I didn't actually want to sing, I had to. I did.
Today was the performance. The curtains opened, the band started playing, and I started singing. I saw hundreds of people watching me, and I got nervous. VERY NERVOUS.
I started shaking and stuff. Probably everyone watching noticed it as well. Nevertheless, I kept singing. After what seemed like two years and a half, the song was over. I went backstage, where I died.
Although I died, I was happy that everything was over. My friends told me I did good, which added to my happiness. I was also kind of happy that I sort of overcame my stage fright. Oh, god, I don't want to sing again...
...or do I?
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