I take a deep breath,
and I step out onto the stage,
all I see are eyes,
The eyes of people judging my every move,
I want to hide,
but it's too late now,
"The show must go on."
I pick up my instrument,
and relax a little,
everything's going smoothly,
but I've spoken too soon.
I drop my bow,
it lands on the stage floor with a deafening thud,
I just freeze.
The conductor is staring at me now,
staring right into my soul.
Panic seeps into my veins,
and my stomach flips,
I'm such an idiot.
I reach down to pick up my bow,
and end up knocking my stand over.
I want to face palm and run away crying,
but I have to get this over with.
I will live this down.
I have to repeat this to myself over and over,
I can already hear my fellow musicians whispering,
"Sophie's such an anxious freak"
I'm sweating now,
like I've just ran a marathon.
I can't do this.
I fling my instrument across the room