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Angela Wilcox

United States

I want to write! Something! No idea what!

They Picked You For The Graduation Solo

June 12, 2019

PROMPT: Micro Memoir

The grass burned through my sandals during soundcheck. I was sweating, regardless of the sun. And while my guitar sat backstage and I processed down the field in my bulky red robes I was worried the heat was gonna set the strings out of tune. 
But it's funny, because I forgot about all that when I got up there. In front of hundreds of people. And sang about saying goodbye. 
While I strummed, I made eye contact with some of my fellow graduates. I was being more candid with them than I ever had been. And I wasn't even using my own words. 
I think I fell in love with uncertainty just then. 


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