Anxious Grins

The boys say that I am evil.  Every Thursday morning during the Summer, I drag them to the library to see a show.  One week a singer performed.  Another week, a bug expert showed off some of his collection.  This week, Grins and Grins Comedy Show visited.  (They're pictured above.)
The Grins (yes, that is actually their last name!) put on a show full of jokes, juggling, and jabbering.  Mrs. Grins really likes to talk!  The show didn't really hold the boys' interest.  Not even when Mr. Grins brought out his Chinese yo-yo and did tricks.  The boys just looked bored throughout the entire show.
Until the finale.
Mr. Grins looked out into the back of the audience, searching for an adult to come up and assist him and his wife.  "How about you, in the blue shirt and glasses!"  He was staring right at me.
I went up and introduced myself, trying to stay calm.  Mrs. Grins lead me in a hula dance that got a little crazy.  It ended with us doing the Lawnmower.  Mr. Grins then brought out two mini surf boards (one pictured above) and a large tin can.  He then proceeded to put the surf boards flat on the floor and he and I "surfed" the waves.  He then got the can and put one of the surf boards on the can.  He told me step on up while he and his wife held my hands.  In their other hands were hula hoops.  They got me balanced, put the hula hoops around my body, and swapped hula hoops.  That was easy enough.
Mr. Grins pulled me to the side while his wife continued entertaining.
"Do you have any back problems?" he asked.  Oh boy.  Anxiety levels rose a little more.
After saying that I have a perfectly healthy back, Mr. Grins proceeded to stand on the surf board and get a good balance.  Mrs. Grins then jumped onto one of Mr. Grins hips.  I was then asked to jump onto the other hip.  I did so.  Mr. Grins balanced for about ten seconds before having us jump off again.
End of show.
I went back to the boys, who were all smiles at this point.  The 14- and 12-year old both asked me how my anxiety was.  (Have I mentioned how awesome these boys are?)  All I had to do was show them my shaky hands.  They laughed, but then asked me if I would be alright.  Aside from my knees knocking on the way to the car, I was perfectly fine.
I have always had great anxiety about being the center of attention.  So being somewhat forced into being in the spot light (especially during a comedy show!) was terrifying for me.  But I made it out alive.  And I realized that, despite what may have been going through my brain, there was never anything to worry about.  Except getting dropped by Mr. Grins.
On the way home from the library, I asked the boys what their favorite part of the show was.  They all said "The finale!"