It all started on a Sunday night. I was minding my own business, preparing myself for another week of school. I usually hate Sundays because it's right before Monday and Monday is not a fun day, especially for those who have work or school. I get a text from this girl in my grade saying that a boy who is competing in the school men's pageant (We call it "Mr. CHS") needs an escort (get your mind out the gutter ya filthy animal).

I was not thinking at the moment and decided to volunteer as tribute. I didn't think much of it because my task would be pretty simple as an escort. I would just have to walk on stage with this boy and that's it. But once I realized what I had done, the nerves hit me like a ton of bricks. I hate being on stage. Having all the attention on me made me so uncomfortable. I regretted volunteering for the event. I knew I couldn't back out because I had already accepted the role so I had to suck it up.

My anxiety had valleys and peaks up until Tuesday afternoon. We had to rehearse for Mr. CHS. He and I decided to do a cool entrance to the stage. We would walk out from the hallway into the cafeteria, which is where the event took place and walk in a slow badass motion as a remix to Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye. I came up with the idea that we would wear sunglasses as we walked like we were CSI agents in Miami.

I definitely think we should've won some type of an award for our awesome entrance. Wednesday night came, the night of the event. My nerves were gone and everything was alright. I was super confident that everything would go good. And it did. People were cheering for us and it felt amazing. It was almost like I was a movie star, walking down the red carpet. Because of this, it actually encouraged me to try and be involved in more productions in my school.