On my way to school I was asking my self, why did I volunteer to be in the talent show. I got to school and was talking to my friend Benny. Then I asked how my lip syncing looked. Benny said that I looked good but that I should dace well singing the song.
At rehearsal I started in my spot nerves. The music started but the tape was going to fast. I got of the stage and walked over to Mr. Roybol, is it broken I asked. No I'm sure it is fine Mr. Roybol said.
I got in the shower and practiced lip syncing. After I got in bed and prayed everything would go good at the performance. And hoped it would not go rouge like my project in first grade. Then fell asleep feeling good.
why won't you just tell us what you are doing? dad asked. I want to keep it a supersize though, I said. Then we left to go too the talent show.
I get on stage and the music started then it kept repeating and then I keep singing that part again. Then everybody started snickering. Then Mr.Roybol ripped the tape. But when we went to school all of the popular boys were hanging out with him