I walk up to the stage, my hands are sweating.
I can hear the people in the audience as they shuffle about.
I have a solo coming in the forty-fifth measure of the first song.
I am afraid to let the band down.
I sit in my chair in the front row, right in front of the judges.
I wait for the others to settle down and I do my best to stay calm but I can’t.
As the director raises his baton I begin to relax.
‘I am doing this for Mom and Dad.’ I think as I begin the first measure.
When my solo comes I don’t hesitate.
I am in my room, playing for my dog and parents.
I hit the part of the solo I always have trouble with and do it perfectly.
The rest of the concert goes by in a blur and I soon find myself with the band, waiting for the results.
My heart beats loud in my chest as we listen to the judges give their opinion.
We placed first.
I did not let them down.