This story was written by a member of my writing group.
My First Solo
Clunk-clunk click my heels as I step towards the white void. Thump-thump beats my heart slamming in my chest. A four-point-five tremor shakes my fingers as one hand grips the stand, the other slipping down the shaft of the microphone.
A mix of denim and bare legs wait, a blaring silence hushing the faceless bodies.
A single strum of the piano keys fills the auditorium, then another long strum, and finally, the violin joins in. I count down from three, open my mouth, and pray my voice doesn’t crack on my first note.
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You do have a way with telling a story! 😘
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This story was written by a member of my writing group, and you can find more of Heather’s writing on her StillMe blog.