I placed my water on the railing next to the stage. My hands shook as I ran through my lines. My other cast members worked off their jitters with their rituals. It was the finals and it was the first time a student written skit made it.
“That line’s horrible!” I scolded myself.
I searched words in my mind’s library for something better.
I looked up to see my drama director.
“You wrote a great skit. Stop worrying. You guys are up.”
I wrung my hands together as I took my place and took a breath…
This prompt reminded me of drama competition season in my high school youth group years…I don’t know if this is a thing anymore, but it brought up great memories.
Word Count: 100
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