“Stop LOOKING at me!”
They were all staring.
Every. Last. One of them.
My heart was pounding and trying to escape through my head and the only thing I could hear was a high pitched frequency. My dad had his hand on my elbow, encouraging me to take another step. I was moving in slow motion and simultaneously spinning. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t see.
“Take a breath, idiot! It’s just another performance. It’s just another performance. It’s just another performance.”
But it wasn’t. I was twenty years old and it was my wedding day. Continue reading