laharp
"waaaade, in the waaater..." i warble out the first few notes. i'm nervous, and it shows in my voice. i make it through the rest of my solo, my voice growing stronger with each passing second. at the end, i make my way back to my spot on the risers. i was good, and i know it. much better than the rest of the choir members. and so it begins. my cockiness blossoms, but it's beneath the surface. i'll never let anyone know just how big my head is.