AMP Blog: Stories & (___)
The room was dim and the spotlight was on me. I was on stage regretting my decision to share my story with the audience of Secret Society of Twisted Storytellers (SSOTS). I was an utter wreck. I couldn't remember my opening line, my throat became dry, I could feel the crowd’s angst. They were waiting on me to start. I closed my eyes, then opened them. I looked over the audience and spotted a friendly face. I took a deep breath.