The dreaded previous singer skips up to me, not even half as terrified as I am now, and stops right in front of me. Sudden embarrassment surges through me, and my heart starts running a marathon. I fall to the ground and pretend I am kidding with my stupid fears. I finally get up and start skipping around and singing, not too bad, until it hits me. I suddenly start laughing hysterically, and turn redder than an overripe tomato. Something just clicked, and I realized what was happening.
I stumbled around and looked at my class, all giggling, (which I don't normally mind, but in this situation... Things are pretty different.) I hit a few more messed up notes, and FINALLY, I finish, gasping for air, I get a grip to tell myself that I'm done. Then I say: "I think I got a 2 on my music grade..."