Do you remember that first reading? Remembering carefully who I am meant to follow. Making slashes to the text. Noticing that one has no title. Climbing out from my place so I don't trip over my own rucksack. Standing on the little carpet in the lights. Speaking to the people at the back. Waving my free arm around. Swapping my papers from one hand to the other. Enjoying the sudden laughter and the applause. Getting back to my stool and whispering praise to the others who'd been up before me.