So there I was, seated on a cold hard bench, willing my sweaty palms to stop being so moist. I had not prepared for this. I was not ready for this. Not in the least bit.
Maybe you did not get me right. This was impromptu, and ill-prepared does a poor job of describing my state. I should have at least had the hope of this happening. Not the unfortunate incident that got the guy before me out of his seat. But I should have prepared myself and bought a suit.
There I was, in my borrowed, barely fitting clothes, holding my file in my lap and trying not to look like a fool, smiling at passers by until the sudden plunge of my stomach reminded my brain of the goings on around me when I heard my name announced over the noise of the crowd. This was it, I had to do my people proud, even though I was only the other guy who had been called to play his flute before a visiting king.
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