Quivering she approaches the stage.
All noise come to a halt; all but her footsteps.
"All eyes on me."
She approaches her chair,
deep breath,
eyes closed,
focused.
With bow in hand she begins to play.
Quivering at first,
but now all nerves are numb.
She has done what only the great can overcome.
hearing the applause, she stands.
With a grin, she bows
"I have done it."
