This story happened only a couple of weeks ago.

So basically, me and my music teacher (I'm gonna call him Steve-o just to make it easier) were discussing about whether or not I should perform something at the end of year prizegiving. I eventually agreed to do it but I asked Steve-o (😂) to give me something kinda easy to do. He made me write my own song with my own chords and everything... I ended up finishing the "project" but as soon as I finished, I realized that I had to go upstage and perform it to a bunch of people I dont actually know. I'm perfectly fine doing public speaking but I can't Perform shit. Steve-o wanted to see how nervous I was (okay that sounds mean but he was just testing my limits if that makes sense? he is honestly an amazing person I promise) so he wanted me to perform it to about 9 people; three students, principal, and five other teachers including himself. I did alright I guess, but when it came to the actual prizegiving, I had a panic attack and I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder and told them dont touch me, but they kept their hand on my shoulder so I ended up standing up, slapped them, and yelled "I said don't fucking touch me!". I yelled that in front of my teachers, my friends parents and relatives, and my parents and siblings. I looked around and saw everyone looking at me so I sat back down. Steve-o rushed over checking I was alright, and if my sister (I slapped her) was alright. I ended up rushing outside silently crying, then my father came to see if I was alright and my sister ended up collecting my prizes.

Later that night I emailed Steve-o at like 12.30am.

This is the email and the response.

SorryInboxx

to me

All good Bianca, I'm proud of for getting this far. YOU ARE AWESOME! There is always another time. More practice, more confidence. 😊 Peace out

Once again, hes super nice. But yeah theres my prizegiving story.