The Winner is...

Your sitting in the front row at the Kodak Theater, nervously squeezing the armrests as if it were a 200-pound weight. Squeezing it so tight you fingers go numb, and your palms hurt, but you don't care; so you just ignore it.

Tension and adrenalin running through your head and body so excited that it might be you, yet scared and frightened it's not you.

You're so happy you got nominated, but anger running through your veins, head, and down your spine that your biggest competition got nominated too. You get a dirty look on your face just thinking about it, but smile it off just in case the camera is on you.

Your acceptance speech running through your head at the speed of light. You almost scream and tell your mind to stop working so fast, but hold yourself back.

Just thinking that it's not you that wins, makes you go over all of your faults that you might have made. Like if you tripped, stuttered, or anything else in the past, it's all too late now. Thinking you are soooo stupid for making such mistakes that might make you loose. It all just makes you quinch, feel sick and nauseous. If you don't win having to watch the winner walk up to that stage so vain and proud, taking that microphone and trophy which is rightfully yours. The winner acts soooooo happy and starts to cry and thank everyone who helped them. You think Oh please! You know that you deserve it, but all hope is not gone and perished away yet. You still have time to hope that when they open that top-secret envelope that they will call your name up to that stage.

You look over to your left, one of the people who got nominated gives you a dirty look, you sneer back, but you think he/she is never going to win. So you look to your right there sits your biggest competition. This time you're the one who gives the dirty look; he/she sneers back too and sits up straight as if they've already won and is going to get ready to take the microphone and trophy. Which is going to be yours, you hope. He/she even did that before they announce the winner. You already know that you'll win you are confident, but something feels wrong as if every fault you did is growing bigger. It won't stop growing until they announce the winner. This is now worrying you. You don't know what will now happen.

Your heart is racing at the speed of light, blood pumping through your veins like a fire hose. Everything racing through your head: your speech, your competitions faces, your family and friends and what they will think if you loose or if you win. How do you look? You can't check in the bathroom there is no time at all. And you don't want to ask the person next to you, because it's a guy and you don't really think he has a mirror with him. Your head aches and to make it worse, someone in the audience screams. You want to tell him to shut up. You feel like you are going to pass out, you get dizzy, but hold it together because you hear "and the winner is…" you hold your breath with excitement.

You hear screaming fans you don't know what happened. The person next to you said "you've just won!". You now scream just like the fans in the audience. You are so proud.