Formula of Succes

- Put your hands together to welcome Samuel King!
Well, it’s time for poets. And here’s my rival.
Why rival? There’s a wide range of girls in this society called “House of Art”, and a goodly number of them likes to listen to the poems. Also tonight is 14 February. Easily guess what is the main topic. So a well-told poem will bring the double success, practice confirms repeatedly. Only six... no, only five times during twenty-one my presentations I spend the night at home. In other sixteen cases the cozy of my beautiful companion were tooking me with pleasure.
How to make it happen? First, don’t listen to outsiders. Girls love the best. That’s where my method come in. And the principle number one: be the last. I always make a deal to make me the last on the list of poets, at least among boys.  That’s because the step number one: analyze the opponents. This day promised to be short. Guys lead their girls to the caf; and movies, and they can’t think about it. There’s two of us specifically with poems: me and the guy living the table now.
Proceeding to analisis. Someone who called Samuel King. I’ve heard of him. In our University they say that he go through girls like they are toys. However that didn’t stop female. Of course. Pretty face, slicked hair, well-groomed appearance: shirt, vest, jacket, slacks, shoes – every thing’s white. Look at his clothes. Means, Impressing by using the looks. Level walk, chest out, shoulders back. The guy is timid, shy – trying to prove otherwise with all his appearance. Was brought up by mother or grandmother… or weak character father.  Maybe, he has so many girlfriends cause of his complexes: didn’t make relationship with anyone. Wouldn’t be surprised if he looks to stereotype “girls love with their ears”.
Here he with fake smile announced his poem:
- Boy-cadet’s Ode to a Beautiful Putana.
The name confirms my mind. Pressing with beautiful words and romance.
Okay, I’ve  decided how do I will act. Play for the contrast. The guy have all chances of winning, but one nuance: no congenital charisma. That’s what will help us. Meantime, all ears.
As I thought, reading pretty sluggish. Can see he was preparing, knows every verse by heart. But doesn’t just get rid of worry, it’s in the blood. 
Applause…
He doesn’t know what to do with emotion the whole time. And has finished too happy. Doesn’t like making speeches in public. Although understands it brings benefit.
He came back at the table with the same level walk.
- Welcome to our improvised stage Lucas Cooper!
Let’s go. I’m, of course, not the most beautiful man on the planet, but my face is well goes with assessment “nice”. Seize the fact that Samuel “exudes the confidence” and will make “exact opposite”.
I got up from the table and my coat accidentally fell. Only trolls have a bad reaction to this. Adequate girls will think it’s nice.
With a little cheeky walk I went to the end of auditorium where microphone was expecting to me. Showed that my action doesn’t depend on their opinion. The main thing is not overdo it.
I’ve taken the mike, turned to the public. Commended how many beautifuls came here, for a second, out of habit. Today I’m interested in them. But I definitely must be the best. Have raised head, picked-up the tone taller.
- A minute of happiness… - With a sad looks I’ve left out the head and continued with lower: - …among eternal pain.
And then I’ve shown myself at my best. Where it counts, I’m pausing; making my eyes honest, my voice penetrating; smiling; gesturing; raising/lowering the pace of speech; showing emotion; etc.
So what have I got?
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No wonder I see applause after “Ode…” were weak. Now that’s rate! The public adopted  this poem really with soul. Unanimous victory! The pressure on emotion was successful.