27 July 2012
Choking backstage, riding a wave of adrenaline and nerves, I peeked out of the curtain. So many faces, obscured by the bright lights, waiting eagerly for me to walk on.
Stomach churning away, like a butterfly had suddenly jumped inside, a tingle up through my feet, climbing its way up my spine into my head.
Nerves nerves nerves!
A bell rang backstage, signalling it was my time. My time to shine? My time to fall flat on my face and booed off stage?
Peeling the curtain back for one last look at the baying crowds, I stepped out, a bead of sweat gathering on my brow.
"Hello first years" I said with a nerve racked gulp, reaching up to adjust my tie, wary that my nervous sweat was now pouring through my shirt Clearing my throat, I managed to struggle out the words.. "I'm your new headteacher, welcome to Your first ever year of school"
Fretful Imbalance • Opuss № I