his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy theres vomit on his sweater already moms spaghetty hes nervous but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words wont come out hes choking how everybodys joking now the clocks run out times up over blaow snap back to reality op there goes gravity
