My palms are sweaty my skin on fire, the fire grazing my neck and every move of my hair burned it. My stomach tight and tumbling filled with nerves. I didn’t know I had. My cheeks still are warm and red. My eyes clear and as green as a frog. Every so often I have to let out a half sigh, half breathe to relax the tension in my body. I can’t stop biting my lip. I wished I hadn’t let it stop.