1 Concert

It was like a living nightmare on that stage. When I looked out to the audience, the spotlight was on me and my group alone. I couldn't see the audience, only my music, and those blinding lights. For all I knew, my peers and parents, family and friends, the shes, hes, and theys, could all be staring at me. It was so nerve-wracking, that Izzy, one of the cellos near me, had to ask if I was okay silently. I trusted Izzy a lot, so I knew that if they thought something was wrong in my head, then the audience would definitely think so too. I tried to focus on staying calm. It will be fine. Just breathe. I figured that I should concentrate on one thing, so I just stared at the conductor and waited for the signal to go to "playing" position.

The nervousness eased as I watched Mrs. Greer breathe in and out, in and out, in and out. I automatically synced my breathing to hers as I kept pushing the stress from the audience's eyes staring straight through me. Somebody turned on their phone flashlight as they began to take videos.

The fear rushed right through my methods of calming myself as my blood turned to ice, right in front of all those eyes, eyes unblinking as they waited for the conductor to so much as move her hand, eyes staring straight through my calm appearance, eyes brown, green, blue, and grey, all waiting to watch the rhythmatic swishing of the bows as they'd go up and down, up and down, up and down…

Wait!

I realized that the conductor was finishing her speech. The time to play was coming fast, and I knew that if I didn't calm down, I wouldn't be able to move when I really, truly had to. Mrs. Greer walks towards us as the applause quieted. Fear struck, and suddenly I felt like I was going to die. It's all in my head now...

..but it's all just the same..

It's all in my head now, it's all in my head, all in my head, all in my head, all in my head…

Suddenly, the conductor signaled with her hands that the song was about to start.

It's

all

in

my

head

now...