the audience to be very still, very quiet; then I had the volunteers close their eyes. I took a deep breath. I knew the words. I knew the sequence. I didnât have the audio of the soft ocean waves to play, but I prayed it would work anyway. âI want you to take a deep breath, focus on my voice, and Iâll guide you through,â I said calmly.
For the next three minutes, with complete silence behind me, I found myself just falling into the routine, saying the words I heard my mom say so many times before. I didnât have time to be nervous anymore. I was invested in the process. âFrom this point on you will hear what I say, feel what I ask you to feel, visualize what I ask you to visualize.â The five volunteers slumped in the chairs, heads limp to the side, some resting on the shoulder of the person next to them.
I turned back around to the audience and smiled. âReady?â I asked. âYou can make noise now.â
And they did.
âOkay!â I said, imagining how in our show the pulsing music would start to play. I had the volunteers open their eyes. I walked over to the guy wearing a Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets T-shirt. âUh-oh,â I said to him. âYou just got stung by a yellow jacket.â For some reason this sent the crowd into a huge uproar. Burly jocks stood up and screamed things about football and rivals. I knew the response wasnât exactly because of me, but still, it gave me a little dose of confidence to know everyone was so enthusiastic. I turned back to the Yellow Jacket guy. âYour tongue is swelling up to twice its normal size. You have no trouble breathing, but itâs difficult to talk.â
âOh no.â Yellow Jacket Guy grabbed at his mouth. âMy thongue!â
There was more hooting and hollering from the crowd. I stared at the Yellow Jacket guy for a moment, watching as he poked his lips with his fingers. I had done it. Hypnotized. Excitement swirled in my stomach.
I turned to a petite girl in a pink sundress. âOn the count of three,â I told her, âyou will become Grammy-winning entertainer of the year, pop sensation Taylor Swift!â
âWoo-hoo!â The crowd applauded.
âOne, two, three!â
Pink Sundress Girl popped up off her chair and sashayed toward the edge of the patio, a fake microphone in her hand, and began to sing loudly. The crowd went wild.
I stared into the audience of my new classmates and felt flushed with exhilaration. This was working. I was entertaining them. Then, at the very left side of the crowd, I saw Max and Minnie sitting so close to each other their arms looked zipped together. Minnie leaned over and kissed Maxâs cheek. And he looked lovingly at her. I was onstage but he was looking at her.
Pink Sundress was singing âMine,â but I had an inspiration. I tapped her on the shoulder. âHey Taylor,â I whispered. âWhy donât you sing that song about the girl who secretly loves her best friend.â
Pink Sundress nodded eagerly and started to sing âYou Belong with Me.â
I turned back toward the other volunteers sitting on their chairs. Yellow Jacket guy continued to poke at his mouth. I pointed to a girl with honey-streaked hair. âCan you put your hands in a fist? Good. Perfect. For the remainder of the show, your hands are stuck that way, okay? You canât seem to pull them apart, but just keep trying.â
She began to struggle to separate her hands. At the edge of the patio, Pink Sundress sang, âDreaming of the day when you wake up and find that what youâre looking for has been here the whole time.â
I looked over my shoulder. Max was looking at me now. My heart rocketed into my ribs. Keep his attention. Show him how much fun you are. Make him realize he wants to be with you.
I turned back to the girl with the pretend fused fists. âOh, and for no apparent reason youâve completely forgotten what
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