She had butterflies in her tummy. Her heart was in her throat. Jitters like little worry critters jumbled through her thoughts. She felt apprehensive, anxious, wary, shaky. Her feet felt twitchy, her hands clammy. She was timorous and nervy.
Not quite frightened. Not quite sorry. Hyper with a smidge of happy and a sprinkling of uneasy.
She was both hungry and queasy. She kept fretting. She felt trembly.
Recital day in all its glory.
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