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Solo tomorrow.
I'm scared, to be honest, but I feel like I'm not scared enough. A part of me feels like that some of this fear I feel was created from my fear of not worrying enough. It'll probably really hit me when I see all of those people out there, watching, expecting, listening.
It's not the same as acting.
What's being shown here is me. Not an interpretation of a character from someone's works. It's all me: my voice, my body, my mind. It's exposure. And it scares me. My voice isn't being used to represent someone else, but me.
I don't like showing "me" even if it's something simple like singing in a choir at Mass.
And this sounds WAY more dramatic than it should be. Did this commentary kill it? Did it? I sure hope it did. It was supposed to after all.
I'm scared, to be honest, but I feel like I'm not scared enough. A part of me feels like that some of this fear I feel was created from my fear of not worrying enough. It'll probably really hit me when I see all of those people out there, watching, expecting, listening.
It's not the same as acting.
What's being shown here is me. Not an interpretation of a character from someone's works. It's all me: my voice, my body, my mind. It's exposure. And it scares me. My voice isn't being used to represent someone else, but me.
I don't like showing "me" even if it's something simple like singing in a choir at Mass.
And this sounds WAY more dramatic than it should be. Did this commentary kill it? Did it? I sure hope it did. It was supposed to after all.