"This is your cue!" Monty nodded to me.
I nodded back, taking in a deep breath before I stepped through the heavy revolving doors. My back ramrod straight despite how my insides were shaking like jellies. I walked towards the makeshift pulpit with a steady stride, aware of the eyes and cameras going on and off at me. if I could pull this off… I would change the game.
Reaching the pulpit, I pulled out the sheet of paper that had my speech on it, alongside a pepper spray can, Chelsea had given me in case things went south. My gaze swept over the expectant faces making me draw in another breath. I could see that some of the people in the crowd weren't with the press, they were just individuals and that scared me more.
