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Nerves

It was the night of The first seventh grade Band concert I had to play the timpani For the last song. I was terrified that I would mess up Everybody would hear Nobody would forget I looked at the first person Who came into my mind. I didn’t know why. I thought he was irritating And I’d never thought about him Before that night. I guess he had a case of the nerves like me, Because of the fact that He Looked Back at me.

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