I remember. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. Waiting in line for my turn to perform. I never felt so anxious to sing. I remember getting in the car imagining the most interesting performance. I never thought it would take so long. I realized I was one of the last people to perform. All I could do while waiting was sit in silence. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. “37 to 42” my number was called. In my school, we had never been identified by numbers before, so I took a while to realize my number was finally called, but when I did realize, I felt this gush cold air, probably a sign of excitement. I walked along with the other performers, and we waited once again backstage! My palms sweated and I was shaky. My friend came backstage to see me. We chatted for a bit, but suddenly, out of the blue, my stomach gurgled, I rushed to the bathroom. It was the bathroom closest to the stage, I had never really gone there before. I know I wasn’t sick because of my nervousness, I wasn’t nervous enoug...