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and blushing, but I wasn’t ready to disappoint all my
future girlfriends.
"Again," Andy ordered. He could look really fierce
sometimes, his brows furrowing and eyes narrowing as if
he was about to unleash a storm. "Just sing the first line."
I tried again. My hands were clammy and my throat
felt tight. I couldn’t do it. 'What's stopping me?' I
screamed at the top of my inner voice. 'They're laughing
at me, and I don't like it. But that's just pride.'
There was a closet next to the fireplace, and I just
wanted to crawl inside it and hide. Then I had a
brainwave. Why don‘t I do that and take the microphone
in there with me? I figured if I got into the closet where
it's dark and no one could see me, I could do it. I ran the
microphone wire under the door, squeezed inside, and
closed it behind me.
Inside, it was cool and pitch-black, the musty smell of
old coats surrounding me. My heartbeat slowed, and I
took a deep breath, feeling the microphone solid and
reassuring in my hand.
Andy started the riff again, and this time I did it.
"When you move in right up close to me," I warbled.
"That‘s when I get the shakes all over me.” I sang louder
now, getting pumped. "Shivers down the backbone.”
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