Anxiety and Anticipation

"Curtain call in 5 minutes," a voiced yelled in to my room.

My chance, my opportunity was nearing ever so close. This was going to be my chance to prove my mettle. Faces that I wouldn't normally come across will fix their eyes and cast their judgements upon me. I wasn't quite sure what I could expect.

I closed my eyes for a few short seconds, took a deep breath and rose from my chair. I fastened my jacket, inspecting myself in the mirror at the side of the door. In a few moments time I will be leaving this room fully prepared on what I will say, how I will walk and what image of myself I intend to project to the world.

Last-minute nerves began to show through the fidgety nature of my hands. I clenched my fists, took another series of deep breaths and waited for the sound of the buzzer and that red light to switch on.

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She cried. She sat there crying for hours. The depths of her sorrows were unknown but they were present. She had struggled to find reason to her sadness. She knew that they were not coming back. Lost forever in time but not memory.

How could a series of events change the course of her future so dramatically? How could another human being be so irresponsible?

Her face dampened with every fallen tear. It was now five minutes past four and she could hear the hands of the clock tick every second it had past. Time was all she could think of right now. Time gained, time shared and time lost.

A warm presence entered the room. A face pressed against hers. Arms wrapped themselves around her quivering body. A soft voice whispered calmly, "Everything is gonna be alright. I promise."