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The Talent Show
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Friday 7th March
Dear Diary,1
Today was the most embarrassing, terrifying and – surprisingly – best day2 of my whole life. I still can't quite believe it happened.
It started badly. My alarm didn't go off, so I woke up at 8:15 instead of 7:00 and had to eat my toast in the car while Mum muttered about the traffic. Worse, I realised halfway to school that I had left my music on the kitchen table. Three weeks of practising 'Moonlight Morning' on the keyboard, and the music was at home, next to the cereal box3.
All morning, I couldn't concentrate. In maths, Mr Okafor asked me what seven times eight was and I said 'Thursday'4. The whole class laughed. My best friend Priya kept passing me notes saying YOU'LL BE FINE!!! with lots of hearts, but my stomach felt like it was full of angry bees5.
At two o'clock, we filed into the hall. It smelled of floor polish and nerves.6 First, Ben Harris juggled (he dropped the balls twice, but everyone clapped anyway), then the Year 4 dance group performed. Then Mrs Lowe read out my name, and my legs turned to jelly.
I walked up onto the stage. Two hundred faces stared back at me. I sat down at the keyboard, put my fingers on the keys… and my mind went completely blank7. I couldn't remember the first note. The silence seemed to last forever. Somebody coughed. My cheeks were burning so much I thought they might actually catch fire.
That was when I spotted Priya8 in the second row. She wasn't laughing. She just smiled and mouthed, 'Close your eyes.' So I did. Somehow, without the music and without thinking, my fingers found their way. Slowly at first, then more confidently, 'Moonlight Morning' floated out across the hall. I didn't play every note perfectly, but I played it from the heart.
When I finished, there was a moment of silence. Then the hall exploded with clapping9. Mr Okafor even whistled! I didn't win (the trophy went to the Year 6 choir, who were amazing), but Mrs Lowe gave me a special certificate for 'Courage on Stage'. It's stuck on my wall right now, just above my bed.
Tonight, I've been thinking. This morning I would have given anything to stay at home, and now I'm really glad I didn't. I've learnt that being scared doesn't mean you can't do something; it just means it matters to you10.
Next year, I'm going to do it again. But I'm DEFINITELY setting two alarms11.
Lily