The piano starts to play.
My entrance is coming closer and closer,
faces looking up at me bright and expectant. 
My bow is now on the string, I start to play,
hundreds of eyes on me, watching,
fingers flying over the strings;
it starts to get easier, forget everyone watching. 
Focus on doing what you love,
last note, my bow drifts over the string
making it last as long as possible. Then I'm done.
Silence, then applause bursts out of the audience.
I think about how hard I worked to get here,
it was all worth it, how nervous I was when they called me next,
all of those nights in my room struggling on that one spot I couldn't get right,
now here I am. I played perfectly.
When I walk off the stage it's like a mountain is lifted off my shoulders,
I can breathe again,
my family and friends meet me in the hall,
everyone is hugging me.
I'm happier than I ever thought was possible.