A little scared violet

[franceslievens]

I'm nervous, but it's a good nervousness, one that lets you concentrate on the task ahead. The task is to sing a song by Mozart, in public. Shit, I think I'm too nervous. I will never ever do this right.

Now I'm really scared. It's the rehearsal. It isn't going well. I sing out of tune and my voice sounds feeble and quivers. Why isn't this going well? I'm good at this. I know the words, know the notes, but it comes out wrong. I sway on my feet. Nerves have defeated me. I shouldn't give in.

Fuck, I can do this. My turn. I sing. I like singing. It isn't the best I've done, but it's good. Now I know: I can do this if I want to. And I enjoy doing this: bringing the little poor violet to life. Enjoying myself on stage and shining at the compliment I receive. It will be even better next time.

Comments

[frenchani.livejournal.com]

When I come to Brussels, you know you have to sing, don't you?

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Shiiiiiiit... A friend of mine also asked for a private performance, because I told her too late I had to sing today... Maybe I can ask everyone over to my place and do a little performance there? ;-)