Comments about Jacy Anderson
You shiver and shake with the power of thousands of earthquakes as
you walk on to the stage, as the audience blankly stares at you, searing
through your body like a fire in a field. The anouncer stands up, and
speaks the word in which to spell. Its a muffeled buzz of a bee as you
search through thoughts for the answer. You suddenly jolt awake from
your mind and you slowly say the letters, pronouceing each with a clear
and remarkabley eligant tone. All is silent, all is still. No one moves.
Then the bee softly buzzes and the crowd stands up in a wave motion, ...