I nervously held my hat by the brim, sliding it along my hands as they grew sweaty. I was up next for the company talent show, and I wasn't feeling confident at all. My best friend said I was going to do just fine if I took a breath and relaxed, but I couldn't see how I could do that. The balloon juggler before me finished his act to the booing from the crowd. He stormed off the stage, mumbling something about people not respecting the art.
The brisk fall air cooled Morgan’s cheeks. The sun, when it peeked through the canopy, was warm and inviting but the shade was not too cool. A bright red or gold leaf dropped here and there, lazily floating to the ground.
