Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Okay, I got this.
After a few inspirational whisperings, I convinced myself to walk up the stage. Junior brother was already there.
'He's weak. He's weak. He's weak.'
Yeah. He's weak. Ergo, I can do this.
Sh*t, I can't do this.
Why?
I tripped when I tried to go on the stage.