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Oh, disaster! How often do I court you?

Glen, that little schemer, has struck again. This time, he convinced Mr. Where that Demona was far too tired to perform in the opening of "My Scare Lady" tonight, which means that her understudy would have to creep in....me! It was such a mess! I showed up backstage intending to watch from the wings and give Demona a bundle of roses after her performance. Instead, Hellene grabbed me and cinched me up in Eekliza Boolitte's dress with barely a word of explanation! It all happened so fast that I couldn't even catch my breath - and before I knew it, there I was, on the stage, under the spotlight...

With.

Everyone.

STARING AT ME!

It was like my worst nightmare and a dream come true, all happening at the same time. I opened my mouth once, twice, three times and nothing came out. All I could see was that spotlight shining in my eyes. Oh, it was horrifying, and not in the good way.

I was ruining the play, and I knew it, but there was nothing I could do. I was trapped by my own fear. Just when I thought I was going to collapse right there on the stage, Demona appeared. She took my hand, improvised some lines, and pushed me off stage. I suppose that the play went on just fine after that without me. I don't know. I was so mortalfied, so utterly embarrassed that I ran right out of the theatre, avoiding everyone.

Oh, diary, I wasn't angry at Glen or Demona, I was angry at myself. How can I call myself a dragon if a spotlight makes me act like a mouse? Even worse, I was sure that tomorrow at school, everyone would be ready to laugh at the spectacle I provided. I even contemplated begging Uncle Wocky to send me back to Avalon so I wouldn't have to face the humiliation.

While I was out walking in the moonlight, lost in my own angst, who should I run into but Cassandra, the gossip doll. Let me tell you, I was in no mood for her rumour-mongering. What could make things worse for me than that? She must have seen how upset I was, though. She told me that the play went off well and that no one thought my little 'stunt' was anything but a prank. She sympathized with my stage fright and suggested that if I want to conquer it, I should try starting small, like singing or acting in front of a group of friends rather than jumping in the deep end and starring in a school boosical. Well, I couldn't help but agree with her there!

As an extra favour to me, Cassandra published a blog on her gossip site suggesting that retro-mod fashions are coming back in style. So maybe tomorrow when people are staring at me, they'll appreciate my style instead of my acting chops.

Yes, that's right. I AM going to school tomorrow! It's time for me to be brave.