She had been told, “Everybody’s mind goes somewhere”, and knew this to be true.
During her walk to the podium her brain had evacuated its contents. By the time she mounted the rostrum her hands where clammy with sweat and her deodorant was starting to let her down.
She made it to her position. The main lights where lowered and the spotlights picked her out. She hesitated, cleared her throat and tried to speak.
All she could manage was a strangled cry before running from the hall.
Proving, it’s better to sit down and not be heard than to be heard in darkness.