• I rushed to center stage, blood rushing all over my veins. I could barely stand. It was quite and dark, and then I heard the screech as the curtains walked back to there resting place. I started into a pool of eyes, the light starting to blind my eyes. Music began to drift into my ears, I then proceeded into my motions of twists and shakes along with some walking. Everything was pumping through my body, fear, passion, freedom, and music.
    I went on into the final stages of the song. The crowd letting out there voices as I felt onto my knees and died. I layed on the stage and twisted back up, standing. The after feeling of the performance was exhilarating. I felt some sweat drip from my face. I walked down into a white hall along with many words of "well done," finding their way into my ears. I steeped back into the room where I had just performed and found a seat to watch the rest of the performances. As I looked on, a boy sitting next to me put his hand on my cheek, moved it to where I was looking into his eyes and kissed my lips.
    Oh how sweat his lips where, a kiss with passion. I closed my eyes and put my hand on his cheek and couldn't help but smile with delight.


    That was one big memory from my High School, oh how I love the presents my fans give me. heart