Sweat beading across my forehead
too numb to properly feel it.
"The only thing we have to fear
Another drop of sweat.
Looking left and right of me,
noting the other running candidates.
All running for leadership positions.
Noticing which were running for what.
Noticing who were really my competitors.
Watching the other speeches being given.
Swallowing nervously, waiting to be called.
Getting called up.
Stomach clenching with anticipation.
Grasping the microphone in my hand.
As I speak, the nervousness edges away.
My stomach unclenches.
I settle into a confident tone.
What's this? Am I... enjoying this?
Nearing the end of my speech.
I did it.