Sitting in chair that slowly sticks to my skin,
I squeeze my hands, flexing and stretching, hoping to cool and calm,
Its no use, my shirt still vibrates with the pounding of my heart.
There’s no stopping it.
Sucking in air to my belly, holding it
Trying to rein in the galloping beast within,
It works, I think.
All the others ahead of me sounded splendid,
I knew that I could not compare.
Was that thought a Weakness?
Five more to go, oh that sounded wonderful,
A beautiful rendition of Fur Elise,
Lovely poise and flowing dynamics,
Not a fumble in sight.
Three more to go, with a fellow near my age,
Like everyone else, striving for perfect memory.
Fingers sing through the song,
Then a stutter, a stop,
Pages must be spread.
Then it ends.
Its my turn now.
My name is called, and I breathe deep
Walking to the bench and staring at the graphic white and black keys
I put my hands in position.
The start is good, but the sound of the piano echoes, throwing me off.
I remembered all the p