Stage Fright

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It must be like child birth. Because those women that have suffered through it claim that all memory of the excruciating pain vanishes as soon as they hold that babe in their arms, which is why they have seconds, or thirds, or - heaven forbid - even fourths or more! 

I performed today.

And no, I don't mean the usual drama queen moments I have at home on a daily (hourly?) basis, but a bona fide, you have to know your part, performance. Where real people are watching and listening to you! (EEEK!) Not too unlike when I did this

This, despite the fact that I suffer from terrible stage fright. Which I had apparently (inconveniently!) forgotten about in the eight years since participating in that

Actually, I have been performing for a while again. Today's was the fourth performance since the end of September and the third in just under two weeks. (NOT due to increased confidence on my part, I assure you. Merely because all the others who are up there with me are insanely talented, so because of their strengths, it is very much a matter of "by popular demand." I'm simply riding coattails here.) 

Very few people in my real life know, because I'm just too shy about it. I'm so completely and totally WAY out of my league and comfort zone. However, being a glutton for punishment, I've decided I'll stubbornly stick it out. Not to nobly try and conquer my fear or anything like that, but actually just in the vain hope that the incredible skills of the others will somehow, in time, rub off on me too. 

Or until someone dreams up performance arts enhancing drugs. 

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