Tonight, after months and months of rehearsals, was the holiday concert. Yesterday, in preparation for tonight's performance, the chorus performed two shows for the children of the school. And tonight, it was showtime!
Emma stepped off the bus, and immediately felt sick to her stomach. Oh, wait. I recognize that feeling. It was nerves. She was nervous. She began to cry. I knew I had to tread lightly. The wrong words could push her over the edge. She was scared, and I had to put myself in her shoes. I've been there. Nervous. Worried about failure. We talked about being nervous. We talked about conquering our fears. We talked about the sense of satisfaction one feels when they've accomplished a feat of insurmountable proportions. I got through to her. She was ready to sing.
Her solo was during the very last song. She stepped forward and took the microphone into her hands. The music began, and she started to sing.
I know it wasn't easy for her, but she did a fantastic job, and she made us proud!
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