“Ms. Corinne, these lights are really bright.”
“Oh, these are stage lights, they’re supposed to be bright! You need to get used to them.”
“What if I forget my part?”
“You’ll be fine, you were great in rehearsal!”
Soon after, I squinted through the lights at the parents and families gathered and emceed my students’ end-of-semester concert. I think I said words that made sense. All I really remember is the sweating and the shaking.
It seems odd that musicians would get stage fright. But that instrument is a fortress between you and the audience. The notes you’re to play don’t slip away like words do. Neither do the steps to a dance, back when I still did that.
But words are ephemeral. Vague. Uncertain. As soon as you get up there, mic in hand – they’ll just sneak out through the cracks in your mind.
The kids were great, of course, and nobody forgot their part.