I never expected to be able to perform here. I stared at the purple and red walls.The walls acted as canvases for Paintings of kings and queen to lay on. My eyes danced around the long murals and patterned arches, trying to avoid the vast sea of critics. One by one, men and woman sat in rows like buildings. Their eyes were peering into my soul, the illusion of confidence and preparation i tried to convey was useless to their eyes. They could all tell i was nervous from the way my knees wobbled and my body shivered. My stomach turned and twisted like the ballerina act before me. The announcer finally finished with his big echoing voice and set the stage for my act to play out. The blinding lights flicked on and cast a puddle of sun along the stage. The bright rays of lights and audience clapping screamed “Go!”, “It’s time to start!” But my legs screamed “No!” and rejected any request of movement my mind sent down. I was stuck. Like a statue from the decorative lobby of the theater, I stood still for people to stare at.