I was center stage. One spotlight shining down on just me. The light was so bright, I couldn't see. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Everyone was staring at me. Oh god! MY STAGE FRIGHT! I've always wanted to sing on stage but I was always so afraid to go out in front of people.
I have only sang in front of my best friend, Kyle Silva. He says I have an amazing voice and he says I was gifted with the talent of piano playing. I always wondered if he was just saying that because I'm his best friend but I didn't think much of it.
When I remembered I was still on stage I froze up. The wierd part about being on stage was that I didn't even know how I got there... I just sort of appeared on stage without knowing how. I forced myself not to look at the enormous crowd. So I looked to my left, no one. I looked to my right hoping that "no one" would be the answer, but I was actually happier, and surprised at the same time, when a familiar face came into focus, KYLE! My best friend was right there behind stage cheering me on and helping me make my dreams come true.
Once I saw him I knew I could do it. I started playing the piano to one of my songs, then i started singing to it. "This is what, love does to you. I will not let, you change my mind. You will always, be in my heart..." I felt like I could go on forever. Everyone clapped and cheered for me. I forgot why I was even afraid of being on stage. "Get her!!!!!"
"What??" I yelled as I jumped up from my bed. "Get out of my room!!" Great... nothing but my two little brothers. My brothers, Zack and Chris, are so annoying. Zack is 7 and Chris is 8.
I'm briana foster, the 17 year old girl with the fantasy of becoming a famous singer. But I doubt that will happen with my stupid stage fright. I have been writing songs since I was in the 3rd grade. They were actually pretty good. You know, for a 3rd grader. I began to write more and more songs. I learned to sing and play piano by myself. Kyle always told me how proud of me he was.
There was always just one thing in my way, keeping me from becoming famous... STUPID STAGE FRIGHT! I can not perform in front of people. I can't even perform in front of my family. Kyle is the only one I have ever sang in front of because he was there when I sang my first song and I just remember how comfortable I was. Given, I didn't know he was there, but he was and that is why he is the only person that I can sing in front of.
"Briana, hurry up and get ready for school your going to be late. Kyle is already down here waiting for you." My mom said and I quickly remembered I had to get ready for school.
"Oh great Kyle is waiting for me too." I said to myself. I got up and walked to my mirror. My hair was a mess and I didn't even know what I was going to wear for school.
"Tell Kyle we're going to be late for school." I yelled down to the kitchen where my mom was.
I heard someone walking up the stairs towards my room. At first I thought it was my brothers trying to annoy me again, like always, but then I thought... walking ? That was defiantely not my brothers. It was Kyle.
Kyle has been my best friend since preschool. We were the only two sitting by ourselves while everyone else played together, so the teacher told me and Kyle to sit together. At first he didn't want to because I was a girl but once I started talking to him, we found that we became good friends.
Now we are in high school and we are still best friends. He barely talked to anyone besides me. I introduced him to people, but he kind of just liked to be with me. I was the same way but not anymore.
Figures I can talk to a bunch of people, but I can't sing in front of a bunch of people. I like to go to parties and meet new people but I still can't sing in front of people. I really hate my stage fright.
"Knock Knock, can i come in." Kyle laughed and pushed open the door. "Nice pajamas." he said being sarcastic. I had on my moms old pajamas that had monkeys and bananas on it and on the butt it said 'Going Bananas'.
"Shut up, all my pajama pants were dirty and I forgot to do the laundry." Kyle was still laughing. "It's not funny. It's not my fault my mom has horrible sense in fashion. Well, i'll be right back. I have to get dressed."
When I was finished getting ready for school, two classes were already missed. I hate school but I had almost every class with Kyle so that was the only reason I really went to school. I hate high school but I had to go and knowing that I had to go, me and Kyle were off to wait for the bus.
