I stepped out on that stage. My hands were extremely clammy. I was literally shaking ‘cause I was terribly nervous. I could make out the outlines of the audience. My teacher introduced me, what I was gonna do, and then she let me do my thing.
I placed my finders on my fret board. I pressed down hard to avoid any unpleasant sounds. I plucked the strings and I was off. I lost it. By the time I knew it, I was already greeted by a roaring applause. The last thing I remember was seeing that bright light that was only on me.
Other than that, everything is blank. The riffs I sang, the chords I played, and the emotions I left on that stage. I can’t explain it, but music has a different way with me. It’s my own personal heroine, and I definitely can’t live without it.