38: sorry, Harry

Harry sat on his bed, scratching his dreadlocks and thinking about how the conference had gone. When he was called to speak, he felt his heart beating so loudly that the stares he got from people made him feel like they could hear it too. His palms were sweaty as he held his iPad; he thought it could slip off his fingers, but he was thankful that it didn't.

When he stepped on the podium and the thundering claps from the audience inserted some pressure in him, he knew he had to kill this. He was the first speaker to open the show, so he had to set the bar high. After he was done, the claps and cheers from the people thundered more than he expected, and he was indeed grateful that he had lived up to expectations.

As much as he loved being invisible, he also loved the feel of the cheers that emanated from the crowd. He loved being looked upon with adoration. The reason he thought he loved being invisible was because he didn't think he'd be able to meet people's expe