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My Spell....
The lights turned on, flashing many bright colors, and my heart began to race, making me nervous. the audience was screaming, awaiting our appearance on stage. It was my first performance.
The drum player handed me my microphone and smiled. Little , tiny ants crawled up my back when I heard my name. Taking a deep breath, I walked up the stairs. A smile across my face.
"Estan listos para bailar?!"
""Are you ready to dance?!" I screamed in both languages. Click.... Click!Click!Click! The drumsticks beated together. I was getting really excited.
I could feel the beat flow through my body. My vocal chords vibrated as I began to sing. I danced to the beat of the music, shaking my nervousness away. the audience was going wild.
The audience was enchanted by my voice. They dance to my music. They fell in love with me. They were under my spell.
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