The ever rising hum behind the curtain indicated another packed house. Moisture dripped from my fingertips. I was a frightened ten-year-old once more, stepping onto the stage for the first time. I no longer lost my nerve and ran for cover, but the anxiety never went away. The enormity of the situation was very real,Continue reading “Zenith”
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