Holding out

I’m starting to get nervous.  I could barf.  My throat is starting to feel choked and when that happens singing is possible but not very pretty.  Darcy is all over me.  Just gotta remember to breathe and smile and focus on the moment.  The notes.  If I mess up the words it’s ok keep going.  Omigod I’m so nervous.  Who cares?  Tomorrows another day.  I can do this.  I can choose to not be nervous.  Right?  Yes.  I can really take a risk here and believe in myself.  I can do this.  I can sing.  I can.  Shut up stupid Darcy who’s frazzled voice is giving me head ache – I am a good singer when I’m relaxed, cool, calm, collected.  That is a fact.  I am not tone deaf.  I have a fairly good ear.  I know the notes all I gotta do is sing ’em.  Things I know how to do: breathe, smile and sing.  All I gotta do.  Easy p-easy.  I’ll be fine.