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I closed my eyes and tried to shut out everything—to concentrate on my fingers, on the music.
As I played, the audience started to cheer. A few shouts at first. Some scattered applause.
But then the cheering grew louder and louder.
Happily, I opened my eyes. Several kids were on their feet, shouting and laughing.
I bent my knees and let my fingers move over the frets, the pick moving automatically now over the strings.
I was starting to feel good—really good.
The cheers grew louder. I realized that several kids were pointing at me.
What's going on? I wondered.
And I suddenly knew that something was wrong. The cheers were too loud. The laughter was too loud. Too many kids were jumping up and pointing fingers at me.
"Great special effects!" I heard a boy shout from the first row.
"Yeah. Great special effects!"
Huh? I thought. What special effects?
It didn't take me long to figure it out.
As Kristina started to sing, I reached my hand up and rubbed it over my face.
I cried out in horror as I felt the stiff, prickly hair.
My face was covered in it. My chin, my cheeks, my forehead.
The thick, black hair had sprouted over my entire face.
And the whole school was staring at it, staring at me.