Uh… Shit. I would like to say before starting that I’m glad that this isn’t another essay but… an expressional piece to showcase myself.

In all honesty, I’ve forgotten all of my lines… so what would you like me to talk about in place of my original piece?

I can be blunt and satisfy this urge to vent out what I might have bottled up over my short and developing life. But that might bore and surely annoy the you guys.

Any Suggestions? Please. Say something… anything? God dammit, this is completely my fault. I’m sorry guys. Well, if you’ve got absolutely nothing to throw at me then I guess I’ma just wait until my five-minutes is up.

Gosh, you’re making me nervous. I hate this feeling. I get these pessimistic, hypothetical situations where I leave in the middle of a sentence and the next thing you know the nervousness goes away but it’s too late to go back. Regret, I think we would all call that. I’m actually contemplating about leaving during a particular segment of this… whatever you wanna call it.

The person who went before me was one tough act to follow. Whoever is coming off of my forgettable performance  is definitely in luck.

This was actually planned out. If you guys were cooperative, then I would’ve ended up with the most original improv performance of my career. It seems that you guys don’t care, which is totally respectable because I would be doing the same thing if I were in your position.

But if there is one thing I learned living this life, it’s that we’re all another somebody.