WALT use clines to improve the language in our writing.

Plan: Beginning: intro to task, being nervous about production Middle: the problem is I cant get the remote to work to turn the projector on and the crowd is waiting. End: I stand and move and it works at the last second.

My stomach ipped like a gymnast. Everything had been running smoothly but now everything was pitch black. The soft warm glow of my laptop gave me hope. I heard the impatient cough of a man in the audience. Beads of sweat seem to drip like frozen icicles down my spine. I pointed the remote ercely at the projector. Nothing. The curtain etched its way up. My cheeks blew ush like a tepid breeze. I circled my hand holding the remote. Still dark. Still nothing. I am sucked through a black hole into a big cold nothingness. Am I pressing the right button? I frantically gazed down to see if it was the button with AVMute printed on top. My eyes darted up to see the curtain slowly climbing the stage, about at head height now. There is still time. I thrust the remote into the air. Darkness engulfs me. Ah ha! Quickly, I break open the seal and roll my ngers over the batteries. I plead for it to work. I stab at the air. Nothing. The scorching lights illuminate the stage. I have one more desperate attempt at xing this. The dongle. My face and chest begin bubbling with billions of blazing blisters. I have tunnel vision. Quickly whipping out the dongle to one projector and shoving in the other, I see searing sparks y. The picture is projected onto the back of the stage. I slump into my chair like an emotional wreck. Whew.
Nic Mason