The Fear of Performance

The Stage is empty,

Except for me.

They are whispering

Louder and Louder.

I can hear them, easily.

"She is nervous..." The old lady in the front remarks

My hands start to shake.

 

The piano player looks at me, waiting for me to start.

I take a deep breath, and blow into the instrument.

The piano player joins, and they are whispering...

Quieter and Quieter.

I become more and more confident, showing them

What I have worked long on preparing.

The piece comes to an end,

The Audience claps, smiles all upon their faces.

 

Even though fear was present at the start, 

I can not let it get to me.

My love for Music overpowers this fear,

And I am able to perform for others

to enjoy.

 

 

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