When the Voice fails
Performance Anxiety returning at the wrong time.

lights — Camera — Action
*
before the moment arrived, I felt like I was about to
conquer the world, or at least the room. I knew what I
was there to discuss, having rehearsed more than I
care to admit.
my train of thought was on time and ready to depart the
station.
but right before the moment, something happened.
that internal heckler came rushing back to destroy any
confidence i had been storing for the occasion.
all eyes were on me, oblivious to the shell shock
buzzing in my head.
its sole purpose: Operation Derailment
my would-be words were reserved to convey an idea...
words that could make a dream come true...
instead, time became a nemesis. eyes remained on me.
each pair held a different expression. i could feel their
silent questions building and burning right through my skull.
what's his problem?
did he forget what he was going to say?
he's pretending, right?
what's that look on his face for?
does he have stage fright?
the task was simple: pitch an idea for an NFL commercial in front of several cameras, a few judges and a host of crew members.
the timer— that once read 2 minutes—was now below a
minute thirty and I hadn't muttered one syllable.
all i could find in the haze of curious faces was the
first few words, having no idea where the rest were hiding.
i was being ghosted by my own work...
verbally stranded without a clue...
the synapses lost their spark and refused to ignite.
...and all I could hear was that tiny, rude voice laughing
in the back of my head—ha ha ha ha ha.
i lingered on thoughts of it happening yet again,
questioning myself—why?
i didn't have time to figure out why.
i needed to try and remember the intro in hopes of
the train resuming to its destination.
the funny thing is: i'm not afraid of speaking in
front of small groups. I enjoy talking to people.
so why do I allow that silly heckler to scramble my
brain in certain situations?
i needed a miracle. i needed a literal kickstart.
i signed up for the local contest for a reason.
i came up with the idea for a reason.
i spent days preparing
for
a
reason.
but all those reasons couldn't stop the moment from
ending in embarrassment.
there were no second chances.
with a minute remaining, i apologized and left.
*
that wasn't the first time my thoughts interrupted
me in front of people I don't know, making me feel
small and unprepared.
Thankfully,
it doesn't happen all the time.
but when it does, it becomes a
memory i can live without...
About the Creator
Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.
"Life is Love Experienced" -LW
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Comments (4)
This was soooo relatable because I have severe anxiety and stage fright. Recently I read somewhere that the key isn't to imagine the audience in their underwear, but to imagine that they are beneath you. That they are a bunch of dumb people. And then we gotta deliver our speech in the most condescending way we can. That would it seems make it look like we are confident. Lol. Loved your poem!
Wonderfully written Lamar. I really like how you placed your line breaks so that it felt like your thoughts were hesitant. It was a brilliant way to emphasize how your words ended up failing you. Glad to see that heckler who interrupts your public speaking has no impact on your writing skills.
A feeling I am beyond glad I have never felt
I lingered on" my own work ghosted me". That's a smashing description ☺