By: Efran Zhao

As I walked to the brightly illuminated platform.

I became more aware of – the growing storm

Inside me.

The lights shining down so bright

It was fight or flight.

My face burning hot, my hands trembling cold – from distress

I made my way on the stage, starting the process

In front of the grand,

Taking my stand.

Forgetting all thoughts, clearing my head

Only think of the notes ahead.

Focus.

And it all flows out.