I signed myself up to perform a poem I wrote, at Valentino Cabaret, the local Valentine's Day fundraiser / talent show. I am terrified. I know I'm here to use my voice. I am stronger than my fear. I arrive at the venue, my mom saved me and Verne a seat. I slump in my chair. It is so bright. Busy. I can't see. I can't hear. How am I going to get up on stage? "You are on 3rd." I go to the bathroom. Everything is spinning. My friend Raven Anne grabs me, "Are you okay? Are you on something?" How am I going to get up on stage?
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