Hands clammy. Lips parted. Eyes squeezed shut.
I'm terrified.
Looking around at the rest of the room, I see reflections of myself in the people surrouding me. Anxious; fingers strumming, feet restlessly tapping, eyebrows furrowed. Sitting in beige plasic chairs in a long white corridoor. Eyes frequently flit back and forth between the floor and the coal black door. Someone in there is changing their fate.
We may be different, but today unites us - it's the day that determines what path we take. What we do in the next thirty minutes will decide whether we are successful. All that we've done; all of our achivements have guided us here.
Success is a hair's breadth away.
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