When I finally pushed myself through the door, I found a seat backstage. My foot kept tapping, and I felt as if I forgot the words to my song. I hammered my fingers in my forehead, trying to remember the lyrics. But, wouldn't you know it, the host called out: "Give it up, for Dana Higgens!" The audience roared, and I stoof there, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath, and headed out to the stage. Dad stopped me before I could to give me a peck to the forehead. He nudged me with his elbow. "You're gonna do great, bud," he encouraged, smacking me on the back. "Good luck!" he called out. I stepped out, sliding the curtains out of my face. I slid the microphone up to my lips, and began. Thinking about Dad's advice. Already I'd succeed... for trying. I remembered the first verse, and as I got less and less nervous, I kept on remembering the lyrics.
Today, was the best day ever. I encouraged myself, and so did Dad. I'm just so lucky I was able to. I wanted to. I ended with a curtsy, a wave, and a big od:
"GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY!!" ~THE END~
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