This speech will blow them away!”
I foolishly thought these words as I stepped on stage, dreaming of a standing ovation,
This dream was shattered as I stared at a hundred blank faces, and my legs started to shake.
The seconds felt like minutes as sweat beaded on my brow and my voice struggled to ignite, like a car on a winter’s day.
“They’re angry,” I thought fearfully as I clutched my written speech with sweaty palms. The paper had a life of its own, it looked like a butterfly lost in a gale. The words had turned to alphabet soup.
I looked up..I realised that I had been standing there silently for what seemed like an eternity. I had to say something, anything. What was my speech about?