“Just breathe,” he whispered. “You got this. Remember, confident in your skills.”
Dakota pictured the ribbons he kept in his office at home. Mostly from state fairs, a few from local contests he stumbled upon in his journey, and one especially lovely blue ribbon, complete with a write-up, from a magazine win. He knew the depth of his talent. There was no reason to be afraid.
Dakota began to relax.
Until he heard the distinct tap-tap of heels on tile. Dakota’s mouth picked that precise moment to go dry. 5
“Why do you look so troubled today, dear?”