Thursday 10th of November, 2016
Torino, Italy
Richelle Smith
I bury my face in my hands after Noah ran of on to stage. This is not got. Noah ' friends are going to be so mad at him, this is all my fault. I try hard not to cry, but it's almost impossible. My body is shaking and my mind is racing. Stand up is still playing loud, yet I don't hear it. Like I'm on another dimension. Somewhere far away I hear excited children scream, but it sounds so surreal.
A voice pops into my thoughs and I can't ignore it, it keeps telling me I've to get away from here and right now that's actually all I want. Without thinking any longer I turn around and run away.
I walk through the hallway of the theater not really knowing where I should go. I grab my bag out of the girls dressing room and grab my ph
