Quickly I scurry onto a stage. Worried and anxious eyes stare up at me, not blinking. Every soul listening to what I have to say causes nerves to shake through me. The announcement isn't negative or anything if the sort, it's actually rather pleasing to most people. I don't know why I have the sudden urge to run off stage and crawl in bed just to never wake up again. "Welcome readers." My voice is shaky as I say the words. My mouth dries up causing me to reach forward to the water glass. My hands are to shaky to hold the glass right. My stomach begins to twist in knots as I take in every pair of eyes on me. With a deep breath I begin to finish the announcement. "Brooke Grabill, author of 'But he's the alpha,' and several the outsider fan fiction imagines, has decided to reopen requests for imagines that belong to the outsiders!" Cheers erupt from the crowd, roses are thrown on stage! Hugs are given to others as they hear the news. A grin slowly makes its way across my face as I take in everything in front of me.