Mor­ti­fy­ing Mo­ments

Girls' World - - Contents - — Gianna, NJ

I was pumped when I learned I got the lead in my school’s win­ter mu­si­cal. I prac­ticed for weeks, mak­ing sure I hit ev­ery move and ev­ery note. But one thing I didn’t prac­tice was danc­ing and singing around the stage’s snow­man props. On the night of the big per­for­mance, I was mov­ing across the stage to get in po­si­tion for my open­ing solo. The cord to my mi­cro­phone some­how got tan­gled around my legs as I zigzagged be­tween the props. I ended up trip­ping my­self and slipped onto my back right as the cur­tain went up! In­stead of belt­ing out my solo, I let out a groan in pain. Be­lieve me, my face was red­der than Ru­dolph’s nose.

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