She’s at the seminar table, her heart pounding, breath coming in gasps, their eyes on her, when her voice fails her. Her talk on Pynchon all but forgotten, past and future fade into the irony of Mucho Maas and his love for Oedipa as she knows but doesn’t realize just how much more she wants. Her classmates, clueless, stare at her in silence, but for one: “Killer handout,” he tells her.
Wondered where this was going but I loved the way you landed. :)) Really nicely done!
Thanks!
Stage fright…so easy to relate to. Love the handout line!
I know, that’s what I remember most about this whole experience — the compliment. I guess that’s a good thing!
This is my worst fear when it comes to public speaking!
It was pretty awful.
I have stage fright. It’s terrible to experience >__<
I’m sorry to hear that. Yes, it is terrible!
Oh that paralyzing self-awareness. Nicely captured.
Public speaking was always something I hated in college. You captured that kind of stage fright very well. I loved your ending too, adds a touch of humor.
Very real. Nice resolution.
I used to have stage fright, but through repeated attempts I am comfortable now.