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I was competing at the drama eisteddfod and was waiting backstage for my turn. I wasn't too nervous because I knew my piece well and had won with it at my previous eisteddfod. They called my number and I walked on stage. I was about to belt out my stuff when my mum called out, "Honey, you're number seven!". I'd gotten up on the wrong number! The adjudicator was trying hard not to laugh and the audience lost it. Even worse, I had to face them when it really was my turn. Now, I always chefck what number I am before I go out onstage!.
Anon, NSW




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