Date: March 1st, 2017
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My turn to go up next
The teacher glances towards me and nods
I grab my instrument and walk to the front of the room
A chair and stand awaits
I set the sheet music on the stand and take a seat
"Whenever you're ready." He says
I lift the instrument to my face and pause
I remember the people before me who went,
Eyes full of fear
Hoping with every ounce of their soul
That they won't mess up
My chest constricts tightly
I struggle to take a breath
The first note is perfectly on pitch
So far, so good
The rhythm flows smoothly
The piece goes well
Until I take a risky glance around the classroom
A knot forms in my stomach
Everyone is looking at me
Expecting me to do well
My fingers fumble as I miss a note
I panic and rush the rhythms
Not caring if I miss the pitch
I just want this torture to be over
Their gazes are icy
The piece ends and I swiftly let my instrument down
I hang my head in shame
The ones before me look grim
Surely I had disappointed them
The director says nothing
I feel my face getting hot and red
"Next?" He says, prying that I should take my spot
I get up and take my things, then do exactly that
The next person plays perfectly
I applaud with tear-stained hands
They are praised well as they walk to their seat
Beaming in glory
Who am I to pretend
That I understand this madness
Called success?
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