One Minute Story II

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hi. This is my really short story. Shout out to Zander Blade for giving me some awesome constructive criticism, and hullabaloo22 for the compliment! I would love to improve my writing, because so far I am very amateur. Feel absolutely free o be completely honest in your constructive criticism if you have any. And don't bother to say something like, "You suck. Never write on Booksie ever again," because I won't stop. I know that you guys are just like me: too lazy to read long stories. Well that's perfect fo me, because I'm too lazy to write long stories, anyway. As soon as I get better at writing, then I'll write long stories. But right now, I just need to get the right advice to be a better writer. Enjoy the read!

Submitted: May 26, 2016

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ROCKIN' MY FACE OFF

I took a deep breath. "You can do it," I whispered. Everyone around me was dying of stage fright. I was dying of excitement. I realized that I was being really dramatic and cliché when I took a deep breath, so I regretted that.
I had been looking forward to this band concert for a while now. I was overcome with excitement. It was late a Thursday night, and since I live in Abu Dhabi, tomorrow was a weekend. But I didn't realize that until the middle of a song. I emptied my spit valve, And it formed a mini puddle.
"Ew!" exclaimed my only fellow trombone player.
The conductor counted us in. One two three, DEEP BREATH. My lungs could hardly fill up, because I had just filled my stomach more than usual with food. My bulging stomach started to hurt, and same with my lungs. Ug, too much food... I was really surprised at how that many sentences in the time frame of one second.
I started to play Oye Como Va, by Tito Puenté, and I looked around. Everyone around me was in deep concentration, but for me, it felt like just another band practice. I felt absolutely no pressure, but I was loving it. I kept on playing my part: Dat, da dat, da da dat, da da da dat dee dat, dat dat da dat, dat dee dat, BWWAAAAA!!!!
I almost crapped myself. That wasn't supposed to happen. I played the wrong note, and it was horribly obvious. No one seemed to notice, so I kept on playing. We were so close to the end, and I had played the whole rest of the song perfectly, until the end. It was the same as the beginning, but instead of "dat dee dat, ba!" at the end, it was "dat dee dat,'AHHHH!!!' BAH!" Judging by what I did on the last ba, I knew I would fail miserably. But here it was. The ultimate moment. Okay, perfection... "Dat dee dat, aodgi (crap! I already screwed up in the part that I say 'AHHHH!') BLOOP!"
I realized that the bloop was me being abducted by aliens, but that's tomorrow's story.


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