The bar is underneath my fingers; sweat on my hands, adrenaline running through me. I am looking in to eyes, all full of emotions but none of them the same. My hands begin to slip, only because my mind is occupoed by the audience watching. Life is a stage with my downfall as the main attraction. I will not faulter, I’ve never been one to let go. I apologize for not giving you a downward spiraling show.