Yugi’s hands shook as he stepped off the stage. He forced his legs to walk steady but they wobbled in a sprint down the stairs. The noise of clapping hands arose in the crowd, some called his name, and some laughed. Yugi was not sure what was funny, in fact everything had blurred. The speech he had memorized weeks ago had flown out of his head once he had stepped feet on the stage. Yugi had always been terrified of public-speaking but he had agreed to the death sentence for Joey. After all it was his day of celebration, and Yugi had been honored as the Best Man. Who knew being a Best Man came with giving a speech.
Yugi went straight to the bar; he sat on a stool as he wiped his clammy hands on his black dress pants. The bartender quickly congratulated him on his speech and offered him a drink. Yugi just smiled, still dazed, and ordered a coke. He gazed out at the party; everyone was joyful, hugging each other, laughing, or dancing. He felt tranquility set in, finally there were n