The room was full. Packed to the rafters.
People had come from far and wide to hear me sing. How word had reached that far was beyond me.
I don’t sing.
I can’t sing.
My stomach was in knots as the lighting was turned down. The guitarist was already on stage, warming up: but he didn’t know the song I was about to sing. My singing partner said that it would be fine. We would improvise. We did well with our spoons earlier that week, she said.
There was no turning back.
The crowd were anticipating something good.
Not me…
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