Still shaking, I take off my bag and coat, handing it to one of the girls in my club, asking her to hold my stuff while I was on stage.
—Relax Claire, you'll do fine —she encourages me.
—Cheer up Claire —says another of the other girls in the club.
Smiling a little nervously, I reply: —Thanks...
I don't want to be rude, but receiving so many words of support is not a comfort to me, it only makes me even more nervous, because it makes me realize that I have the support of many of the people behind me, and that makes me heavier because I'm afraid of disappointing everyone. So I take another deep breath, while my whole body shakes and I feel terrible, I walk away from the other members of the club, approaching the stage, as Luka and Professor Porter are standing at the entrance chatting.
