Bab 205: Whistle [1]

I stood in the middle of the stage with my breath caught in my throat. My mind was a jumbled mess, and the world around me appeared to spin. 

I could hardly focus on what was ahead of me as sweat trickled down the side of my face. 

My legs felt weak, and wherever I looked, I'd see the faces of the audience staring at me with looks of confusion. 

.....It was a strange feeling. 

I couldn't quite describe it. 

I was there and yet didn't feel there. 

All I could think about was the man who had been clapping just moments after. 

'What was that...?' 

From the overall relaxed attitude, and its presence. 

I could only think of one person, and I forgot to breathe. 

"Excuse me." 

I was only able to snap out of by a certain tug at my shoulder and when I looked, Jeremy, the one who had handed me the award appeared beside me. 

"Is everything alright?" 

".....Yes "