Music

The moment I realized music is what I would want to do for the rest of my life.

The first open-mic of my life. I'm so nervous that my hands won't stop shaking. Its funny because before it actually got to this point, I was telling everyone in a fit of joy how I had finally got my first show and how they should come and support me. The sign-up sheet finally comes out and I hesitantly write my name on it knowing that I wasn't even down ('done' instead of 'down') writing the song I was about to perform. I put my name on the fifth slot, hoping that the four people going ahead of me would give me enough time to finish writing my song, and not to even mention memorizing it. So I begin the mission of writing as the first name is being called. I can barely even write because the fear of me not finishing, along with my nervously ('nervous' instead of 'nervously') shaking, is keeping me from concentrating. Second name goes by, then third, fourth, and I begin to sweat knowing that I have to face the unforgiving crowd next.
By this time I am already done writing and I constantly go over the song again and again to try and force it in my head. The fifth name gets called but it's not mine, which leaves me relieved in a way but still wondering what's going on and why it wasn't (me) my name that was called. Names just come and go and come and go (be less repititious with the 'come and go'), people are just performing left and right with my name nowhere in sight. At this point I have the song and how I'm going to say it already down perfectly in my head and my nervousness wore down a lot. Some of my friends and family had (take out 'had') started coming (change 'started coming' to 'began entering'), which made my nervousness wear down even more. The tenth name gets called, then eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, and still no sign of me. I decided to go find the host who was calling off the names and ask him what was going on. When I asked him why he hadn't called my name, he just hit me with an,
"Oh my bad I didn't see your name but I got you though". So I went back to my seat to wait for my name to be called. More names went by and my name was still not getting called. By this time all my friends and family had already come and some kept tapping me, asking why I hadn't gone yet and the only answer I could give them was that I didn't know. Then the "featured artist" comes in; Chance the Rapper. See, this the moment when I start to lose all hope of me ever getting up and performing because the featured artist always goes last. because (start new sentence, take out 'because') This is the most anticipated act of the night. When Chance comes in, everyone immediately gives him a standing ovation and he hasn't even performed yet. By this point, the uncertainty of me performing drives some of the people that came to see me to leave. As Chance begins to perform, he instantly hypnotizes the crowd and the entire room goes quiet.
So I once again decide to go find the host and ask him what's going on. When I find him and asked him why I haven't went (change 'went' to 'gone') up and performed yet, he tells me that he forgot that there was a few people that didn't go up yet, so after Chance's first song he would call the rest of the acts. So I go to my now restless guests and tell them that I would be finally going up and a sense relief instantly hits them all. Chance's song finally comes to a close and then the host comes back to the floor. He calls the next name to go up and it was finally me. My friends and family standing and sitting in the back instantly start clapping and yelling my name, and nervousness suddenly fills my body once again.
I feel sick to my stomach now that it's actually my turn to perform but I get up anyway. As soon as I get up, the whole room turns and watches me as I walk up to the front. I give the DJ my song and he loads it on to his turntable. I pick up the microphone and give the DJ the que to play the music and I begin the song. As I perform, my nervousness wears down quickly and I began to get comfortable. I finish my song with a bang and the crowd cheers so loud that I could barely hear myself. This is when I realized music is what I would want to do for the rest of my life.