I meant to do that

One step after another, heart racing at 200 beats per minute, stomach twisted into a tight knot, I was about

to perform my clown act that I’d practiced for months. I took one step on stage and tripped over my stupid

clown shoes. Why are they so big? Then the crowd erupted with laughter. People were pointing and

whispering and there was a crude women in the middle of the crowd snorting; I felt destroyed. As I gave up

all hope of redeeming myself I heard a faint whisper coming from behind me. “Keep going,” the voice was

repeating, but as began to perform again someone…

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