Today Mrs Whitta's Opt-in was to imagine you are a singer in a band. Have a read of our writing. Some of us wrote songs and some of us wrote recounts. It is so cool for us to have a choice in what we write and how we write it.
Singing
I stand backstage, I anxiously walk over to the curtains. My heart is racing, like an animal dashing after its prey. I’m way too scared to go and sing, but despite my nerves I face my fear, and walk out onto the pitch-black stage. My throat suddenly goes dry. I’m too distracted by the spotlight lurking around the stage to even figure out what's going on!
The band impatiently starts the beat. They obviously don’t know how I’m feeling. The crowd roars my name, Too late to stop now!
By Anoushka.
My heart is beating as fast as a cheetah.
My teeth are chattering. If I had false teeth they would be falling out right about now.
I started to panic. so many thoughts ticked through my brain. There was a fire exit. I tried to make the run for it. Unfortunately, the band came around the corner that very second so I had to act cool.
I knew there was no turning back now. I slowly walked onto the stage. Spotlights shine down onto me. I start to sing. The most embarrassing thing happened! MY VOICE CRACKS!!!
By Charlie
Flick! The light shown on the stage I hear people screaming in excitement. Sweat was pouring down my four head the booming beat started I grip the microphone as I began to slowly stumble up to the stage I looked up flashes of light exploded in my face I knew I had to do this so I took a deep breath and began to sing.
By Sonny
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