Stage Fright

This story is based on actual events that happened to me.

It was a cold night. The snow was falling down, quite nicely but landing into big piles. I grabbed the dance bag that I have used for years. It has brown and black leopard spots on it and said dance in big, bold letters. I also grabbed my large gray sweatshirt that says Timber Wolves on it. I told my dad, "I'm ready to go." and I started walking out to the car. I was scared, nervous, and almost about to cry. I hadn't taken a step into the garage, and I almost threw up. Why? Let me explain.