She waits at the back of the stage for everyone ahead of her to act. She listen as each syllable is pronounced word after word flowing perfectly At last a familiar name is called though the director's voice awkwardly fumbling on stage nervousness is drumming though her stomach clearly announcing her name and fearfully begins She opens as she reveal my first word of the monologue she had practiced for centuries "He said he doesn't wanna run away with me!" She screeches to air She pauses and for a second She looks out into the audience She inspects with a look of concentration, a look of, "keep going!" on all faces Then she find my support smiling and excited and grows more confident She finishes her last syllable and expresses her gratitude while the crowd applauded She get off stage and thinks to herself She did the best that she could.
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