That first step onto the stage was the longest of my life. The stage floor felt unsteady, like a ship in high seas, despite being solid wood. I sat on the stool, adjusted the microphone, and looked at the audience. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the spotlight above me. I began to play.
The first few chords were shaky, my fingers feeling clumsy and foreign on the fretboard. Then, I closed my eyes. The familiar melody took over. My trembling hands calmed, finding their rhythm, and my voice, which had been tight, began to fill the auditorium. The fear didn't completely vanish, but it shifted, turning into a thrill that propelled the music forward.
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