She had thought about and imagined this moment for years, but she’d never expected this.
Standing on the stage Dianne raised a hand to shield her eyes, uncertain if anyone actually remained in the auditorium, only to see shellshocked faces staring at her blankly.
What was wrong? She’d nailed it, she knew she had, so why were they acting like they’d been forced to watch an idiot perform.
Glanced down at her enormous red shoes, she frowned. Ok, perhaps a clown tap dancing to Staying Alive was a bit too artistic for the end of year school fund raiser.