Heart Felt
Michelle's POV
I stand nervously, by the stage. I walk front and back, to and fro. Just so that, the bubbly feeling in my stomach stops.
That is given a term by the doctors as nervousness.
Oh my God, I'm so scared. I have to give the greeting speech.Firstly, I was worried, about which accent, I will give it in. But, my closest friend Scarlett. Helped me, there. She always helps me, when I'm stuck.She is one, you can say. You can really rely on.
Count on.
I remember once, I had a major fashion error, that my heels broke in the main hall and everyone stared me.And started laughing. Not just normally, but maniacally. I felt so bad, that I almost stood there and started crying, half-heartedly. My cry was silent, without any noise. Then, all of a sudden, I heard Scarlett say,
"Michelle, remove your heels."
I shook my head. What does she wants to do, after this major embarrassment?
"Michelle, heels now." She ordered.
That is when I noticed, she was not part of this laughing drama. She just came here to help me. So I just did, what she asked me to. When I removed my so-called-not-heels-now-heels, she removed her ankle high-heeled boots and asked me to wear them.I disagreed with her.
She should not get insulted, just because I got insulted.
But she gave me a look that said, Wear them now or I'm going to kill you.Having no other choice, I obeyed her command. When I wore them, she moved her fore finger and thumb in such a way, in front of her face. That it denoted, she wanted me to smile. As she moved her fingers, a smile appeared on her cute little face. She looked so innocent at that moment, just like when she was eight.
That was the first time, I saw her.
At last, her innocence was the reason that made me smile. Made my sore mood into a cheerfully happy one. And then, just like that, I felt blessed. I felt an angel, helping me through.
A young and beautiful one.
I hear Diandra, "Michelle, you are on, in 40 seconds."
I flash out from my reverie, with a bright smile on my smile.
My smile fades, as the unwanted feeling of nervousness returns.
But then, I feel someone walk towards me.
Someone that travels with a ray of light, as he reaches me. In my dream and so in reality.
Someone I always and only wanted.
The one with the most awesome lock of brown hair, I've ever seen.
The one with the perfect smile with dimples.
The one with the perfect skin tone and grey eyes.
My first crush, that will always remain my last, till the end. Even if he does not, accept me.'Cos I actually never told him.
My heartbeat of my body, Andrew.
Andrew Rayner. He comes to me and,
"Michelle, are you okay? You are sweating."
I answer rather breathlessly,
"Uh-huh."
I just don't know, what happens to me. After I see him.
"Michelle, I know you are worried about the speech. But just chillax."
Uh! I envy him, for his calmness.
OMG! And the speech. I keep forgetting.
"The speech. Oh. Andrew, I don't know, what I'll do? Oh God."
I say getting scared.
"Michelle-"
I speak in between,"Oh my God, what if they start laughing? Or what if they throw tomatoes? That would seriously, ruin my white shirt. Or what if, what if.." Now he speaks, placing a hand in my hand. And sending currents through my body. That always take place, when he touches me.
Touch me like you do. T-touch me like..
"Michelle, honey." He says.
I stand straight. And ask my self to snap out of my song mode.
Back to drooling mode. No! Control yourself.
Wait, did he just call me. Honey?
Am I dreaming?
"Calm down. You'll do it, I know."
Now, my heartbeat is even faster than before.
Hmmm, fast and the furious.
But, what am I saying?
He is my heartbeat.
Okay, he just stepped closer to me. Why is he nearing me? And why are my feet rooted to the ground?! Move. A kiss. He is going to kiss me. My fantasy is going to come true; closer, and-
"Michelle, you're on." Diandra interrupts.
I almost glare at her. But Andrew says, "I'll see you, after your success. Winner."
Encouragement, helps. But, a kiss would have been better. He let's go off my hand. I turn to go to the stage. And maybe, I hear him say in his breath, of all.
Does that mean, winner of his heart as well?
That totally helps. My speech, now I'm confident, enough.
'Cos now, I have Him and my Besties.
I have. Everything.