The curtains are closed but I can here them. Whispering, they’re anticipating the next performance. My future rests in their hands; how feeble I feel right now. I am nervous but my father taught me to be confident. Palms sweating, heart fluttering, but I have trained my breath to stay even. They must never know, never sense that I am scared.
My father stands close; I can see him out of the corner of my eye. I look over and he nods, he knows I will succeed-I have already won. I am announced as the curtains pull back. My performance is successful. The audience response reminds me once again, this is why I was born. Music is my life, music is my love.
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