All weekend I had felt sick. What if people didn't get it? What if nobody applauded? What if everyone-else's was so much better that people just sat in baffled silence while mine took place and then stared at each other open mouthed?
In my initial excitement I had told people about it! I had purchased tickets for my family to go and see it! What if that was the biggest mistake I had ever made?
As it turned out the event was really enjoyable. Professional actors read and acted out the work of the chosen few. There was a wide variety of poetry, prose and scripts. Some were funny and others were terribly sad -it was a perfect balance.
When mine was delivered I held my breath through the whole thing, sneaking glances at my Dad who has never really heard my work before and sat with his head in his hands. He said it was so he could concentrate and I'll take his word for it.
Now our photo will appear in the Bolton Evening News and then (for now at least) my moment of fame will be over. Let's just hope they didn't pick a picture like the one below because I look like I'm a member of a show choir mid song!