Performance day. I lived in fear of this dreadful day. I had to perform on the vast, bright stage, in front of Simon Cowell –my worst fear.
The stage was large, it hadn’t changed in years. There were hundreds of chairs facing me and all of them were packed. It was a hot day and sweat cascaded down my forehead. The spot light was on me.
“Next!” barked Simon Cowell Impatiently. Heart racing, I walked to the middle of the stage. In front of me were thousands of eager ears, waiting for me to sing.”Come on!” he nagged. Simon Cowell was short tempered. The lines on his forehead looked like train tracks. He loomed over me and I could see his hairy nostrils. His breath stank like garlic.
Bang! The drummer had started and I knew I had 4 beats until I started singing. My hands were getting sweaty as I was holding the microphone. Legs like jelly, I began to sing the very first note. As I struggled to calm down, my breathing went faster and faster. It felt like I was singing for 3 hours. Although I was trying to hold the microphone steady, it was shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, I was on the last note. In the distance I could see my mum cheering, waiting for me to finish. As I continued to sing the final note of my song, the audience started to c lap. As I struggled to catch my breath, I smiled.
I did it. I sang the song. My mum flung her arms around me, as tears ran down her cheeks. I had overcome my fear. I did it!
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