The evening began with group pieces. I was in 2 groups, performing a total of 4 pieces. Our teacher Maria made a surprise last-minute appearance, and we all had a lot of fun. Then it was time for the quick-change.
I started trembling halfway through the first soloist's piece. I admit, I spazzed out before I went on stage. Maria came and comforted me, telling me good luck, and relax. Sandra came over to hug me and give me some last-minute advice, for which I was very grateful: camera's over there, and try to stay in the spotlight.
When Sandra announced my introduction, I eased out into the ready area. The sound guy looked over at me. We exchanged solemn nods and the music began.
Sure, I made a few mistakes, but who cares? I had a blast. The audience was super, they cheered, they clapped, they whistled. It was awesome!
When the music ended, the adrenaline hit hard, and it was all I could do to keep my balance while bowing. After I made it safely out of sight of the audience, I clung desperately to the wall to stay upright. My hands shook. My legs shook. Even my face was quivering.
Then suddenly Maria was there with her arms around me, hugging me and rubbing my back and telling me how proud she was of me -- her very first beginner-to-soloist student, who was hers and only hers. I was so happy that I'd made her proud, I nearly started to cry.
When I could stand again, I changed out of my jingly outfit and snuck out to join the audience. The rest of the evening was filled with amazing dancers, and I -- having faithfully discharged my duty -- had a great time watching the show. :D
