Today
Is the day of Mrs. Leman's showcase.

Mrs. Leman is my voice instructor.
She's harsh,
But overall great.
She's good friends with Mr. Jen,
Although I think Mr. Jen
Is too cheerful for her.

I've never sang in front of an audience,
At least not when it wasn't a horrible disaster.
Today I have to.
In Italian no less.

It's not the audience I'm worried about.
They're just parents.
I know for the most part,
They'd never trade places with me.

It's the students.
The students that are also preforming,
And preforming much better.
The celebrities.

Today is the day I must preform,
For Charles, Brian, Benny, Vanessa,
And almost all the other celebrities.
Possibly Mr. Jen as well.

It's not that I'm a terrible singer.
It's not a lack of confidence.
It's fact.
I'm not terrible.
I'm simply terribly average.

But when compared
to the rest of Mrs. Leman's students,
An average singer,
Quickly becomes terrible in comparison.

And I have this nasty habit,
Of getting nervous.
Then my throat closes up,
And no sound comes out.
That doesn't work very well when you're
Attempting to sing a solo.

I know the celebrities won't say anything.
They won't tell me I'm bad.
And they won't even think of me cruelly.

The problem is,
Even if they're trying to be nice,
They still know they're better than me.
I know they're better than me.
Everyone knows they're better than me.
And that can't be changed.