Time To Shine

Today is the day, and in only a short few minutes it will be my big moment. I'm going to face my fears, and show the world (also known as my school) that I'm more than just the nerdy girl they think I am. I have talent, but I would never admit it to anyone else. If you haven't got the point yet, I'm going to sing in the talent show. You call that a big moment? Yes, indeed I do. Because for me it is a big moment. I have terrible stage fright, and this is me giving that fear a big slap in the face. Metaphorically, of course.
Summer Andrews saunters off the stage, and right past me with a huge smile on her face. I envy her selfish ability to think she is amazing at everything she does. Personally, I think her singing sounds like an injured baboon, but I think I'll keep that little comment to myself since I'm typically a nice person.
"Thank you, Summer, for that......interesting performance," says the principal who hosts the talent show every year. I stifle laughter, glad that I'm not the only one who realizes how horrible she actually is. Now, it's my turn. It's the big moment. "Don't mess this up," I mutter to myself. I've never been too good at pep talks. I shuffle awkwardly onto the stage, and my mouth falls open slightly as I realize just how many people are here. It's not just kids from my school, but their families, too. Don't freeze. Mr. Robinson hands the microphone over to me, and I clear my throat. The music starts, and I sing the first verse a lot quieter than I should.
Then the chorus comes up, and I'm finally starting to get more into it. I close my eyes, and sing the lyrics that tell such a beautiful story. I forget about everyone else in the auditorium, and it's almost like I'm the only person there. I lose myself in the words, and the rhythm. And then it's over. I did it. The applause from my peers brings me back to reality. I smile as I observe there surprised faces. No one expected that from me. I know they didn't because even I didn't expect it. I stand there motionless as they cheer me on. I catch a glimpse of a few of my friends who give me a thumbs up.
Never underestimate the quiet girl. She just might be a star.

Reviews

[Lydia]

Thanks, selkietales! And thank you for the critique. I'll definitley take it into account!

[selkietales]

You said you're thirteen? This is pretty good for a thirteen year old! And this is very true, I know a quiet girl who turned out to be one of the most awesome and talented people I know. The only thing I'd say about this that could be changed is that stressing the word typically isn't really necessary and the dot dot dot part should probably be three dots space. ("Thank you, Summer, for that... interesting performance")

[Lydia]

Thanks so much! I try to keep as gramatically correct as possible. This didn't really happen to me, also. It's fictional.

[Marie]

It sounds like you were really a star. I like the fact that there arsen't any mistakes i n this story; generally they are hard to read through.