I wasn't going to make it. I was woosy and I wasn't even on stage yet it was 4 hours away from the performance.I felt my hands moist with sweat and my breath became uneven. Not to mention I grew più fidgety da the minute. "Oh why did I do this" I thought. I was way too shy to be in front of the class now I was going to be in front of the whole school and our parents. I should have known better the only reason I was doing this was because my mom detto it was recitazione o oboe. She just wanted me out of the house to be with her boyfriend Tim. I should of chose Oboe but against my better judgement...
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