I glided across the stage, letting the music take hold of me.
Who knew I could switch from tense and quivering to cool, calm and collected so quickly?
In the beginning, standing in the wings, I trembled so nervously as I watched the beautiful dancer fouette across the rough floor.
When she finished, I emerged from the curtains and stood so stiffly that my insides cramped. 
I stood there, frazzled at how large the audience was, how eager they were to watch me dance.
Finally, my feet began to move.
They swept off the floor so elegantly, making a soft "tap" whenever my toe touched the ground again. 
I felt like the swirling wind had gotten a grasp on me, never letting me go again.
But it wasn't bad. 
No, not bad at all.
In fact, it was rather amazing.
This was when I realized that there was no need to be nervous, but to be prepared and excited for what lies ahead.