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Chapter One:
She had no idea what possessed her to do it; no clear thought ran through her mind at the time, only the impulse to show up the amateur who'd only moments before insulted her. Though she'd admit she started it, making a joke of his singing ability—but that's how she got when nervous or frustrated. And she'd been both.
That's her only explanation for what she did; there was never any plan for her actions even with normal things—she never knew herself what caused her day-to-day actions.
But there was no getting around the fact that she stormed to the front of the stage, grabbed the mic from the less than mediocre singer—and began singing.
The response was immediate, the crowd, having been booing the prior singer, telling him to get off the stage, hushed the moment she released her first note from her lips. Her voice resounded through the open air, commanding their attention, and right after she finished the first verse and paused, they shouted in enthusiasm. Not just from the singing, but from her very posture and expression—she had the real performer's expression down pat, and a voice that almost rivaled his.
Thus the crowd cheered, not knowing that the amateur onstage was on the verge of trembling with stage-fright; that she unknowingly made the expression so characteristic of the real singer when she paused. A pause to the audience that seemed deliberate—it was, but not for the reason they thought. She'd, having her eyes closed until then, opened them and paused from fear that they would dislike her as well.
Their hush, while calming enough to make her forget she was singing to a crowd, worried her since people did the same when surprised by a horrible singer same as a good.
And she never sang in front of people before; only herself and one friend—her only friend—who lathered praise on her ability, praise she dismissed as untrue.
When she heard the audience respond so enthusiastically to her singing, everything became surreal, and the adrenaline gushing through her almost caused her to collapse or rush off stage—she hated being the focus point for a crowd of people—of any size.
She prayed for someone to save her from her terror, prayed for someone to take over so she could leave.
In answer to her prayers, the real singer for the song finally showed up, picking up where she faltered in recalling the next verse. Having someone singing with her calmed her nerves, and she was able to finish the song performing with the professional singer.
The first moment she could, she left the stage, leaving the performance to the professional who seemed to not notice when she left.
A/N: End chapter, please give me an idea for a title and if I should continue this. It might be a while before I update this.