Movie Stage Fright Novels & Stories

Properly, this time. In the three weeks before the filming started, June and I read through the script and prepared me for what was going to be the scariest moment of my life. I was so nervous about being in front of cameras that I could barely sleep and June, being the person that she is, stayed up with me and tried to help me with my nerves. She also decided that the best way to help me overcome my fear was to follow me around with a camera and record everything I did for three entire weeks.

While they sat down, the camera flashes flickered on her face making her quiver a bit. When Jason saw her reaction, he put his hands under the table,he clutched her small hands tightly and slightly nodded, " It is okay, " Jason murmured to her, moving his lips a bit. And surprisingly, it comforted her. Ashley was somehow an introverted type, she did have stage fright and hated being in front of the crowd. She would never forget how Alexis forced her for a presentation back in the days after realizing she had stage frights and that was among the worst days of her life.

Masked and scared. The stage was so high that everyone down almost looked like ants, the cold wind escaped through my skin and shivered in fear reassuring myself it would be impossible for the beta to choose me. I couldn't even try to run, I could fall to my death from this height. The fear kept me in place and I counted from one to a thousand to calm my nerves. It was going to be fine, once this ceremony was over, I'd be free

“Is this seriously another classic case of female jealousy? Darius’ dick can’t be that special. Move on girl. You’re embarrassing yourself with your pathetic cliché.” Sage fights back a laugh at my bold sister’s comment. Emmy rolls her eyes at Amy’s brash language and lack of seriousness. Logan and Lyle look stunned, unsure of what to do. “I am not cliché!” Mara begins to shout, and her hand holding the blade is trembling. “I have lost everything…everyone…” she screeches out her words, but Amy can’t help herself.

“No!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Every eye turned toward me. The enormous structure hanging above the stage suddenly dropped several inches. Screams exploded across the hall. The celebrant looked up in confusion. The senator jumped to his feet. People pushed their chairs backward. Glasses crashed onto the floor. Someone yelled, “Move!” Too late, the steel frame tilted violently. Decorative lights shattered as they slammed against one another. The entire stage shook beneath the terrified celebrant. For one horrifying second, time itself seemed to stop.

But after another twenty minutes of finding absolutely nothing useful I gave up. “I’m joining you guys,” I announced. Tiffany looked proud immediately. “Character development.” “I already regret this.” “You’ll survive.” Unfortunately… I did not survive. At least not emotionally. Halfway through the movie, one terrifying scene appeared out of nowhere and I screamed so loudly I nearly dropped the bowl of chips in my lap. Tiffany burst into laughter instantly. Maya nearly fell sideways laughing too. “Oh my God,” Tiffany wheezed. “Hannah almost left her soul behind.”

she mumbled. He smiled at her reaction, at least she didn't look scared like she did on stage back there. When that man grabbed her dress, she was shaking from so much terror. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" he asked he was here if she wanted to talk. She ended up being harassed on stage before a lot of people. That could be very traumatic. Her eyes were clear as she nodded but he couldn’t get the image of her crying out of his head. Her eyes pleaded with him for help. She was so fragile yet how was it that the universe threw rocks at her?

My fear numbs my bond with my mate, as it stops me from turning around or even looking over my shoulder. I unintentionally hold my breath, unable to take another until I know. Tears sting my eyes as I struggle to contain my emotions as the sound of paws pad towards me across the stage.

He smirked and nudged my nose tip before whispering, “Even though you already knew the un-scary side of me??” My smile widen and replied, “Those are still scary sides… I am constantly scared I wouldn’t be able to say no to anything…” He scoffed and smiled. “Don’t worry, we’re even.” Trey’s voice called the four of us to drill a few of our scenes and we moved to sit in the front row, waiting for our turn. I sat between Clayton and Angelique while watching Trey detailing the blocking and movement for the village near Dracula’s Castle scene. As I watched the stage, a little worry slipped into my mind. What if on the performance day I couldn’t act well because I am too nervous about acting with

I really wanted to be a part of it, but I lacked what was needed the most: guts. Okay, so here’s the dirty little secret. I suffered from intense stage fear. To be an actor was my greatest dream, and I had the most important component missing: the ability to pretend as if no one’s watching you. The case was different with me. Whenever I got on stage, (if I ever did, which never happened by the way), I felt naked and that a million eyes were checking me out, um... there...? If you’ve ever heard of a guy passing out on stage after mumbling gibberish, then, that’s me.