Finally the big night. I was in the middle
of the show and
everything went off without a hitch.
There was a slight variation to my act though.
In the beginning I had allotted only three moonwalks, giving the
good stuff just a little. Well, the
first moonwalk the crowd exploded…and the next…and the next…and just as
many
yells and screams on the last one (about the thirteenth) as the first
one.
I was the most famous kid in the
whole
school…for one day.
The next day at
recess I literally had an entourage of about ten other guys; they said
they
were my “bodyguards.” Some one came up
and mouthed off and
directly after one of my “bodyguards” yelled,
“Let’s
get’em!” As the first few ran off I
quickly let the “fame” go to my head, grabbed the last two, and said,
“You stay
here with me.” Imagine me, the skinny,
four-eyed third grader I was, having control over ten other kids.
The next
day things were back to normal and I was a
nerd again. Quite a shock, having let
all the “fame” from yesterday get the best of me.