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Where is the smile?
The crowd is cheering
A cacophony of noise filling the little space
the yelling
cheering
clapping
clouding my ears and thoughts
My heart pounding and
stomach flipping
feeling the sinking feeling of
anxiety wash over
like honey on bread
creating sticky film over my elevator pitch
What was I going to say again?
What was the order?
I step into the fake elevator
to start my pitch
I feel myself talking to quickly
I slow down
How can 90 seconds feel like eternity?
looking up briefly
Looking
Searching
for the smiling face I long to see
wanting the stress to evaporate
to disappear as quickly as it came
but the smile
can’t be seen
the stress won’t go away
for how can it, if that smiling face isn’t even there in the crowd?
