Im a tiny being in a humongous earth

Bag of Potatoes

Thousands of miles away from the man who have sought stars and saw the moon at a different light. A woman continued to reminisce the past where she first met a charming lad. They were young. She was a timid little child but he was fierce and full of wonder. The woman wondered idly if the man still holds those large eyes.

As a child surrounded by children at her age. She should have been relieved but seeing their lineage stretched way beyond her reach, she cowers in fear. Fear of failure that she was sure to come, embarrassment, and rejection. Everyone knew everyone, she was the only one who was new to this profound world. She thought how silly of her to think she was good enough, that she was ready to be a champion, instead, here she was, legs shaking, as she was about to trudge forth to the arena full of lions.

Maybe he looked like a house cat for her instead of a ferocious beast. She felt entranced as he noticed her and smiled at her. He was pleasant. As she remember that playful smile of his, she can't help but to feel the tinge of love that been in her heart ever since she met the cat.

"Hullo" he said. She was scared to say anything. For all she know they were masters of this art and she was just a dirt to their little finger nails.

He tilted his head while still retaining his sweet smile.

"Do you mind if I tour you?" she felt even more embarrassed. He knew I'm new, I must have look hideously out of place. She wanted to cry so bad she wanted to forfeit but she knew very well she herself won't permit it.

She nodded her head, not knowing what else to do.

He stretched his hand and grabbed her and took her away from those what he called 'pretentious blokes' he was an enigma to her then and now. They wondered to the large garden, to the different rooms, to kitchen, to the large pavilion and to the audience's chairs where they hid pebbles and small leaves. He said it was a 'good luck charm' for the both of them. They giggled, they laugh, they almost fell, they jump, and she was enchanted.

And before the main event she already forgot her strange nightmare for her head was now filled with the strange kid's laughter, but like a bubble that popped. She was back to her own grim reality. She stood again amidst the virtuosos.

"I'll tell you a secret." He said.

"What"

"Whenever I'm scared I imagine them all as a bag of potatoes!" it was enough to make her laugh but not enough to vanquish her terrors.

"But what if I can't?! and I'll mess up my performance and everyone will laugh at me!"

"Then find me."

"What?"

"I will look only at you and make funny faces. Just imagine were on a tour again but this time with music around! Now it's even more magical!"

Decades passed the little girl, now a woman walked the path of music and now admired as "Cassandra the ground shaker"