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All I see is the glaring, white lights as I am walking out on stage. I look down and see the black stage floor. There is a black and metallic silver mic center stage sitting in front of I can hear people yelling out and screaming. I can now see the people's faces ,but they don’t seem ecstatic. They look like they are disappointed. Disappointed in what? Have I played yet? Have I done anything yet? Everything becomes a blur as I pick up my guitar and start to play. The people start to boo they want me off the stage. SNAP! I wake up. Could this all be just a scary daydream? When I awaken I am backstage getting ready to play. My mind is racing ,and I am extremely nervous. One recurring thought was I can’t do this. I won’t do good. Nobody will like …show more content…
The stress is starting to kick in. I am alone with my thoughts spinning around like a tornado in my mind. All of a sudden I hear a voice like silk. The voice says “ You can do it.” I turn around and I see my girlfriend. She continued in saying “ You got this baby.” I tell her “I can’t do it. I’m so scared that no one will like me.” Then she tells me that I will do fine ,and she will be right there with me. Sometimes all it takes is a little encouragement to make something great happen and to make all the fears go away. Now it is time I go on stage to play. My nerves are still shaky, but I'm a lot calmer now. Each step is like an eternity. With each step growing near I get the rush of adrenaline. Then I get this burst of energy and a boost of confidence. Finally, I am ready to get on stage and play my heart out. The way this feels, it feels like a drug, or like something I cannot live without. The feeling while I am on stage is like the whole world stops. It's just me up there playing. Sometimes however, I still get nervous though, because reality breaks through and I can see a glimpse of what is going on. This rush this amazing feeling that I feel is something I always want to share with people because it is a different kind of feeling. It’s also a healthy kind of

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