Movie Stage Fright Novels & Stories

Impulsiveness and irritability only caused more trouble. Mistress Hawthorne's voice suddenly rang out, "Now it's your turn on stage!" The lights dimmed and a soft light cast down from the center of the stage. I followed the group towards the stage. The lights on the stage were blinding, as if they were going to drown me out. Standing still on the stage, my legs shook a little, though I tried to hide it. I took a deep breath and counseled myself to be calm, but my nerves continued to hit me like a tidal wave, making it hard to breathe.

"You knew well that I'm not fan of horror movies, it's scary." "It's not, trust me." "What ..." Sunday complained eyeing the popcorn on her lap. The intense music coming from the speaker already sweats her, what more if she look at it? "You can't overcome your fear if you don't try," Shaina said meaningfully. Sunday just took popcorn again and tried to look at the screen. "Ahh!" she screamed when suddenly, a scary nun appeared on the big screen. "Oh, shit." Shaina laughed. "I think I need to get out of here," she said.

Cynthia felt a little lightheaded as her eyes darted up to where Sofia trailed behind. “Oscar!” Her voice was soft and her eyes were blinded by the cameras that flashed in that moment. Not only did Oscar know about her and Theo but now everyone knew and there were scores of eyes that burned into her face. She halted, quivering out of the worst anxiety. Her heart pounded in her chest and she was already dissociating right then and there. This was bad—this was never how it was supposed to come out. This was really bad and all she could think about was burrowing her way through the ground and just remaining there.

Except that her initial hunch was more pronounced than ever, and a sense of dread gripped her as she approached her audience, even if she did not permit her unease to reflect on her outward stance. When she reached the end of the stage, for a fleeting second, she nearly faltered. Her five years of modeling helped her recover quickly, maintaining an impassible expression while her posture remained unchanged as she stopped for the display. Without reacting, she turned around and more cameras flashed on her, making her feel terribly sick. Had it been a figment of her imagination? She desperately tried to calm herself down, not daring to have a second look in case she might have a seizure. What

I stuttered, glancing from student to student. I cleared my throat, inhaling deeply to avoid the fear creeping under my toes and rising up like a blaze of fire to make me quit this and run away into a pool of blizzard which is in normal words an embarrassment. "I... am Millie Quinn as you know it. You know for being your classmate and well..." I couldn't utter another word. Let me get this straight for all of you. I'm a scaredy-cat and stage fear is not the kind of friend I'm in a close relationship with.

“I officially disown that entire experience. May the moon goddess have mercy on me” Nyxara clutched her chest, dramatic as ever. “Her head. Rotated. Backwards. Maureen. Backwards.” “And the zoom!” I threw my hands up. “Why does the camera creep closer right before the jump? It’s psychological warfare!” She burst out laughing, the sound bright and relieved. “I thought you said you liked scary movies.” “In theory,” I muttered, cheeks burning. “In theory, I’m brave. In practice… I’m a coward with excellent survival instincts.”

It has become the leading emotion in most things. My sister’s number being called pulled me from my reverie again and I look up now, trying to stop my clammy hands from shaking because I know I am next and well, your girl has a serious case of stage fright. It is fine girl, you’ve got this. No one in school will see you and mum and dad aren’t even here. You only live once. You only live once. You only live once. I look around first with my eyes as wide as saucers, the people backstage all seem to be looking at me, the woman from earlier walks up to me, I didn’t even notice her.

That was her first impression of him, especially when he was being patient with her as she practiced in front of him. "I-I'm sorry. I do not think I can do this." Mavis shook her head and clasped her hands together. "I... I have stage fright and it takes a lot of practice first before I can decently perform. I do not want to ruin this event, so can't you just find anyone else?" She expected to see a disappointed look from Grayson so she lowered her gaze, not wanting to see it. However, she was caught off guard when his large hands covered hers that had already gone cold. His warmth was comforting, especially when he looked at her with a determined look.

I played the movie and leaned back on the couch. The movie didn't even play for a whole ten minutes, there was a guy pounding on a girl. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and peeked at Nick. He was looking seriously. I turned to the screen and continued watching the movie. When will this scene get over? "Is every horror movie like this?" Did he think of me as a pervert? "No. No. Only some." "Okay. Why are you getting nervous?" "Nothing. Can I change to something else?"