Spelling Bee

The black microphone is tall and silent
My eyes dart around
then meets my principle's positive
I believe in you face.
A song plays lightly in my head
I distract myself from stage fright
I tell myself
you are okay
I take a moment to pray
My mind drifts in a tangent thought
of the Bay.
It is a blue and pretty array of colors
as I go down to the sand
imagining a band.
Then suddenly, I'm focused
to reality.
spell "arbitrary"
You are "correct" echoes from the judge
I advance to the next round,
as dad congragulates me.

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