Lights on. Mics ready. I wipe my sweat as I prepare. And heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere’s…. me. The crowd is waiting. Lights go from bright to blinding. Their expectations are high. Waiting for me. The announcer makes his entrance from backstage. I’m just a starter, though, not the main attraction. I am very glad for that. The announcer makes his way onto the main floor, and into the spotlight. He was a balding man in his mid-40’s. Perfect for the role. He reaches for his microphone. More sweat pours out of my pores. More sweat. I can feel it penetrating through my suit. I feel it going ‘drip drip drip’ down my neck. Down my back. Down my legs. Profusely. I thought to myself that I should straighten my tie, do something to look less nervous.