It was the annual school fest and I had big plans. Really big plans!

I’ll be honest, I was shit scared. For one, people were for sure going to laugh me out the gates. Two, Sibal would laugh me out to space. The very thought of it made me shudder. But it was now or never. It was hard finding the stuff I required for this feat, but I did, and I just had one more thing to do.

“So, what will it be?” asked a senior girl sitting at the desk. She was entering the names for the fest in the notebook before her.

“Fancy dress,” I stated and moved out after making sure that she got it right. I literally strutted down the corridors, as if I’d just enlisted myself in the army. Well, it was as good as that.

Yup, fancy dress. That’s what I had signed up for. I had a never before unique idea up my sleeve, but I was scared.

As I strolled down the third-floor corridors, I peeked over to get a view of the ground below. It was packed with students and teachers watching a live drama that was happening before them on the stage. I really wanted to be a part of it, but I lacked what was needed the most: guts.

Okay, so here’s the dirty little secret. I suffered from intense stage fear. To be an actor was my greatest dream, and I had the most important component missing: the ability to pretend as if no one’s watching me. The case was different with me. Whenever I got on stage, (if I ever did, which never happened by the way), I felt naked and that a million eyes were checking me out, um… there…? If you’ve ever heard of a guy passing out on stage after mumbling gibberish, then, that’s me.

Towards the end of the corridor were a flight of stairs, it would lead you to the grounds. Around the corner was an empty classroom. There was a beautiful melody floating out of there. And hey, I knew that song. It was my eternal favorite. I thought it might be a stereo system. But when I passed by the window, I saw Anki instead, playing her guitar.

She stopped playing the moment I walked in through the door. It was clear that she was uncomfortable with my presence. She was bold, yes, but only when triggered. Otherwise, she was mostly shy and reserved. On the other hand, people assumed that she was stuck up and had an unbelievable ego that went over the roof.

“Do you mind, can I hear you play?” I asked breathlessly. I was hell excited after hearing the song, and after seeing my… crush doing the privileges.

“Sure,” she answered after a moment of hesitation. That was another thing about her. Most of the time, she uttered only a handful of words. If she chose to say anything more, it meant that she was pissed.

She picked on the strings. My heart thumped so hard, realizing how accurately she was playing the intro. I’d always loved that song, especially its beginning.

When it came to music and movies, I was a hopeless romantic. I loved all the cheesy stuff, the kind of things girls enjoyed, which is um… another reason why some people think I’m gay. That doesn’t make me gay. That’s ridiculous! Who’s to blame if I have better taste?

Anyway, I was so into the song that I didn’t realize that I’d started singing until she looked up at me with big, gooseberry eyes. She never stopped though. She went on, clearly excited. The nervousness of having me around was no longer there. We were jamming.

“You sing pretty well,” she remarked after we wrapped up the song. Though she sounded incredibly calm, I swear I could see the fire in her eyes.

“Thanks,” I blushed.

“Have you ever learned to sing?”

“Not really,” I answered.

“You must,” she encouraged, “you’ve got a great voice. Plus, you also carry a tune pretty well. It’d be a shame if you let that go to waste.”

“Hmm…” was all that I could say.

“Say, can you sing this song on stage with me?”

I gaped at her. I couldn’t believe she asked that. “W-what?”

“Can you sing this song on stage? For the fest? I can play the guitar!”

“Whoa… Ah… Um… but…” I had started to sweat.

“What?”

“Well….” I drew circles on the floor with my shoes.

“Are you tensed?”

“No… but… Yeah,” I admitted.

“Why?” She chuckled.

“Um… I don’t know… I’m scared…”

“Why?”

“What if I mess it up?”

“You won’t. Why would you?”

“I don’t know… when I see people… you know… staring… laughing… I just lose my senses.”

“You just have to pretend that they aren’t there,” she said coolly.

“How’s that possible?”

“I’ll tell you one truth, even I’m scared.”

“What? Really?” I couldn’t believe that she could even be scared of anything.

“Yes! I do get scared. I break out into a sweat. My fingers tremble on stage. I see a thousand heads before me. But then I look up at the lights, and I see nothing. I hear only the music.”

“Whoa… that sounds like a great technique.”

“Try it,” she challenged.
D-day was here and Punit’s knees wouldn’t stop buckling. Oh, how he wished that Anki was there. A few more minutes were all that he had to face his greatest fear: the stage.

All morning, they’d practiced that song together, the one they were planning to perform, and he wasn’t at his best. In fact, he was at his worst. He went off-tune and off-beat consistently, irritating the devil out of her.

“What the hell are you doing!” she blasted.

“S-sorry,” he mumbled.

“What ‘sorry’? You were so good yesterday. So, what happened now?” she questioned angrily.

Punit pondered over for a while before speaking. “I don’t think I can do this,” he told her queasily.

At that, she gnashed her teeth. “I swear, I’ll smash this guitar over your head! Don’t you dare fuck up at the last moment! Do you understand!”

That didn’t help at all.

Ankita studied him briefly. He was pale and clammy. His fingers trembled and he twitched forever. She took a deep breath and calmed down. “Punit, see look, there’s nothing to fear. Today will be the day your name gets carved on stone. Today will be the day the school remembers you for generations to come.”

He swallowed, hoping that his name got carved for reasons worth remembering. “They’re going to laugh at me, Anki. They’re going to kill me.”

She sighed. ‘Fancy dress’ was next, and very soon, Punit had to get into his costume. She still didn’t know what he had in mind. He’d promised that it would be unique, however.

“Let them, just remember, I’ll be around, looking out for you. Isn’t that enough?”

“I think that I’ve got a stomach ache! I need to go.” He clutched her hands all of a sudden.

She was surprised at how sweaty his hands were. “Will you just calm down? You’re alright!”

“No, I’m not! I’m going to vomit!”

“And I’m going to slap you if you do! Just hang in there, dumbass. Stop freaking out.”

“I can’t do this. I’m not coming. I’m not doing it!” He freaked out.

“Just come here, have this!” She offered him her water bottle, and he finished it in one swig. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“A bit,” he said breathlessly.

“Good, now get into your outfit. I’ll head to the auditorium and get ready for my solo. Look out for me when on stage.” Saying that she hurried away as announcements followed on the PA system.

When Punit hit the corridors moments later, heads turned.

Eyes bulged.

And mouths dropped open.

“What the…?”

“Punit is that you…?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hello, beautiful!”

Someone wolf-whistled.

Punit cat-walked all the way to the auditorium, where Anki waited. She wasn’t alone. Vaidehi and Rachel were there too. The moment they spotted him, they burst out laughing.

“Look! Anki!”

Ankita turned and her eyes popped. “What the fuck…?”

Punit fidgeted on the spot as she took a good look at him from head to toe. “If it sucks, I can change,” he offered while tugging the dress over his exposed thigh.

“Hell, no! You look… you look… gorgeous!” She chuckled.

Punit was dressed like a princess. He was in a glittering, short, sleeveless dress, high heels, royal, white gloves, and a diamond-studded crown. His cheeks were a rosy blush and his lips were a nice, rich red. A fake diamond-studded necklace completed the picture.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he fidgeted.

“Don’t be ridiculous! This is awesome! You should do it!”

“Yes,” encouraged the other two, “you should do it.”

“Whoa, hello princess,” came a voice from behind them. Punit reeled, as though he would pass out any moment.

Sibal Mukherjee came along with a sneer on his face, his man boobs looking bigger than ever. He stuffed his beefy hands into his pockets and bit his lip seductively.

Ankita came and stood in between them, protecting Punit from his dirty, maligning eyes.

Her sharp glare wiped the smile off his face. After that day when Ankita kicked him around like trash, this has been the case. A handful of seconds is all it took for her to show him his place. In fact, he’d even stopped bothering Punit, because every time he wanted to, she was always around. Without another word, he simply left.

Just then, a teacher came on stage and announced, “the next, we have the fancy dress. Our first participant will be Noel Simon. In the meantime, the next, Punit Soni, get ready.”

Ankita lit up and turned to Punit with a glowing face. He, on the other hand, looked as pale as a ghost.

“All the best!” she told him.

“I can’t do it,” he trembled.

“Buddy, you can. Just do it. I’m here, we’re here, don’t fret.”

“I can’t….”

Students cheered and hooted as Noel rocked the stage. Loud applause broke out.

Punit’s heart lodged in his throat as he realized that he was next. His heart told him: do it! But his brain told his legs: run!

Punit hyperventilated. It was now or never. Without another word, he spun around and bolted out of there. Nothing that followed could stop him. Not the teacher’s announcement. Not even Ankita’s frantic cries.