Stage Fright.

I look out to an audience eager, I can feel their hunger in the form of a heater making me sweat, I'm starting to regret walking up those steps.

 What if I stumble or mumble and lose my cool and begin to fumble. Minds on fire going a hundred miles an hour like electricity shooting through a live wire.

I start to twitch and shake from the nervousness worse than going on a blind date. But I close my eyes take a deep breath, what have I got to regret?

I remember that my heart beats steady that I'm ready to recite what I write in front of the masses tonight.