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It was the moment I had been waiting for since I was seven years old. I walked my wobbling legs center stage with a sweaty hand gripping the microphone as if it would somehow, I don't know, decide on its own to just jump out of my death grip. The music began. I closed my eyes, not wanting to be distracted by the woman in the front row, incessantly rifling through her purse. I took a deep breath and I began, I don't recall what I sang. Only the feeling that everyday prior had brought me to this one moment. Hope had given birth to my dream.