Topics: Performance, Performing arts, Music Pages: 2 (839 words) Published: April 24, 2013
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...
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