My breath felt shallow. Looking down, I realized my knuckles were white, clutching my guitar strap so tightly they hurt. Through the gap in the curtains, I could see my parents sitting in the third row, their eyes full of encouraging energy that I just couldn't bring myself to mirror. The lights blinded me, turning the audience into a sea of dark shapes rather than familiar faces. The MC’s voice sounded muffled as he introduced me. Just take a step.
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The scent of stale popcorn and sawdust was thick in the air, a familiar aroma that usually brought me comfort. But tonight, as I stood in the wings, that same scent made my stomach feel like it was doing gymnastics. This was it. The first time I was stepping out from behind the curtain for a solo performance in the annual town talent show. My breath felt shallow