It was the shortest of days that I have trained and managed to merge those words that were every so often lost into the deep, cascading river of thoughts since it wasn't the only problem invading my mind.
Every minute crushes me like an empty, crystal ball being hammered. My pieces grew more and more in number. My hands were shaking and the coldness planting itself to the tip of my fingers. For a moment, I was in dilemma of the thought that all those musical words that I have been squeezing in, was fading into the deep abysmal domain of my brain. By now, I'm completely shattered. My number was up, I composed and regained myself. I built up all the confidence I could muster and walked with grace and poise as what my audience said. Though trembling in the inside but sturdy in the exterior. The sound of my heels made me feel as if I was just ordinarily walking along the silent and empty corridors in the school, it made me less agitated. The spotlight was on me, and there I started launching, as best as I could, my piece. I finished with a powerful and moving ending (as intended), smiled broadly and walked off stage.
Indeed, it was proven that with endless prayers and mountainous sweat (pun intended), we will accomplish what are minds have set upon. And just believe in yourself = a formula in achieving goals. *wink*
See you in the grand finals!
:))
