Where is the smile?

The crowd is cheering

A cacophony of noise filling the little space

the yelling



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



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?


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