My face becomes a burning crimson mass of flesh
As the instrument squawks beneath my moist, fumbling fingers
Measure by measure
My humiliation grows
My hand shakes
But I can’t feel it
I can only see it
My legs jerk haphazardly
As my breath comes out in shaky gasps
Finally, my song has come to an end
The crowd hesitates
Wondering whether to release their fake applause
Or let me be
Feeble claps emerge
As I tremble to my seat
Wanting to disappear until
This embarrassment
Is forgotten

 
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