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You panic as you try to remember what you possibly could have done. Honestly You do n't even remember where you are or how you got here. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as your mind races. Was it that time that you stole from the corner store; or perhaps that time you accidentally burned down the camper. No it must be something worse then that; why else would there be this many people waiting for the verdict. Finally you just shutdown and wait for the inevitable judgement. A man comes from the left of the stage and you notice that he almost looks fake. He puts a hand on your shoulder and a smile spreads across his face; `` Are you ready to go?'' the man asks. You just shake your head sure you that even if you were n't it would n't matter. The man walks away and suddenly the lights flash on the crowd illuminated and music begins to blast from behind you. You sit there in silence and you realize that three people are sitting behind a bench in front of you. You turn around and see a gigantic neon sign which reads Britain's got talent. You turn around and look around with disbelief; trying to figure out what to say only one thought comes to mind. In one attempt to escape the awkward situation you mutter `` But I'm no British...''
