• I'm just sitting here,
    fidgetting,
    bitting my fingernails,
    waiting for my number to be called.

    When it gets closer
    I start getting calmer.
    I can breath better,
    and now i can stop ruining my nails.

    Finally....
    They call my number.
    I get nervous again,
    but try desperately
    not to show it.

    I'm in line waiting again
    and then,
    its really my turn.

    I sign a paper
    and go through the door.

    I put my music on a stand.
    The music starts.
    I sing my part.
    I get out.

    I did a pretty good job.
    I beleive i'm going to pass.

    But I don't.
    I only get a little disappointed.
    I knew I could've done better
    but I didn't.


    Then again,
    there's always next year. 3nodding