This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Pace chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
“Palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy” Oh wait, that’s an Eminem lyric that I’m copying Jimmy, he’s here coming towards the front I think “Wow this might just be my shot” My hand reaches out without a care The person next to me thinks “What’s her hand doing there?” Eyes touch, he pauses in mid-air A glance, perhaps, or just a stare It’s just then, that our hands collide We were perfectly aligned I thought at first, “Clammy?” But then I realized that I just made it on TV So thanks Jimmy for that moment A moment that I’ll never be able to forget