Disquiet

Wow, I didn’t expect so many people here! What if I mess up, what if I falter under the pressure? I really hope I get through this without embarrassing myself. Why is it so intimidating up here? I mean up until 2 minutes ago I was pretty calm, wasn’t I?

The bright spotlights, the gleaming audience…it’s just a little overwhelming to the say the least.

My friend, on the other hand seems quiet calm, as is her persona. She radiates a sense of poise and elegance in such instances. A perfect posture, an immaculate stance, a lambent smile…I wish I could emulate that.

But I just can’t seem to. The harder I try, the faster I tend to succumb to the void of fear.

I have to try, though. Voice cannot be truculent today. I cannot be a slave to solace; after all, she’s right there in the audience looking up at me.