This is an attempt at some fictional writing, not my usual writing style, for the blog hop at Ivy's Six Sentence Stories - Entrance.
She was quite diminutive compared to the last participant, but that's of no matter, just an observation. She and the director had been speaking in unusually quiet voices in the hall before opening the door where the panel awaited. The whole room seemed to come alive as the two of them entered with their let's-get-it-over-with attitudes.
After a short introduction by the director, she began speaking to the ten panelists by telling them to feel free to ask questions or make comments whenever they wished, and then she began speaking without even so much as a pause, telling them of her experiences. She was an animated speaker because her involvement in the event had planted a fervor in her shown by the excitement in her eyes, the expression on her face, and the rapidity of her words bouncing off her tongue in staccato fashion. The panel seemed entranced by her words, but didn't have much of a chance to make an entrance into this debriefing session with their questions having to do with the first-of-its-kind event.