Ch. 1 The Key
Her heart was thumping 100mph. Her palms were sweaty and her mind was spinning. She could feel her black dress sticking to her tan skin as she waited for her cue. For the millionth time that night she put her hands up to her dark brown hair to make sure it looked nice.
"And Ladies and Gentlemen hear is Jamie Ridges on her flute." Said a male voice from behind the curtain.
I quickly grabbed my good luck charm (an old key tied to an old shoelace my grandmother gave me), and gave it a quick peck.
"Please don't let me mess up, Please don't let me mess up." I pleaded to my key.
She swiftly put it around her neck and walked out on to the stage, gripping onto her flute.
I instantly became blinded by the bright lights. As my eyes were adjusting to the lights, I slowly began to see the audience. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I realized how many people there were. There had to be AT LEAST a hundred people, and all of them were looking at me.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, put my lips up to my silver flute, and blew.
