Impossible

I can hear the applause of everyone. The smiling faces, the flash of cameras all aimed towards me. I can feel myself rising, and rising, and rising, standing on everyone's gigantic expectations of me. "This is my favorite book. You are the best for writing this." "Sign my copy, please! I bought three copies. I'm giving the others as a gift. This has to be the greatest book written of all times." "I cannot believe how wonderful your mind works. Telling you that this is amazing is an understatement." I smiled. I smiled, for what I felt like an eternity. My cheeks hurt, while I felt my lips still curving into a smile. I chose this life, and do not get me wrong: I adore this life. But there's just something in the spotlights, and crowds, and camera flashes, and applause that makes the inside of my stomach twist. I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but have you felt something like this before? But you always taught me to enjoy the present. So maybe I will just succumb to the cheerfulness of the crowd and own this night. The number of people is unbelievable! It's like a concert of your favorite artist! Just kidding. In all seriousness, it really is a night worthy to be remembered. If only my social anxiety is as non-existent as my boyfriend, right? I love writing, I hate being called for book signings as big of an event as this. Anyway, you do have anxiety right? Or is it just me? Love, K.