The first young comic of the evening was introduced, took center stage, grabbed the mic from the stand and opened her mouth to speak…
Instead, her vision blurred, her stomach cramped, her ears rang, and sweat began trickling down her scalp..
She was stuck, frozen, could not move, speak, nothing.
In effort to regain her composure, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her mouth once again.
What came out was nearer to a croak and sounded faintly reminiscent of the tin man,
And the audience, convinced they had just witnessed comedic genius, applauded madly…
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