“Curtains closed and lights off.’’ Everyone is rushing to and fro. One after the other, quite a few is rehearsing like they have been battling over their lines for so many times. While on the corner someone is standing still, staring straight with that old wooden clock hanging near the backdoor. It’s almost four o’clock in the afternoon. Until Ms. Jane went on having role calls in the backstage. As she continues role calling, someone’s on the list’s not there. Then, what could Ms. Jane do is to ask where’s that someone is.
Human by nature have their own fears. It is in the sense that men response to something he or she is not prepared of; either it may be an external or an internal fear. More often than not, most common are those fears that have been discovered externally. But as fears develop in ones heart and mind, these outgrow to an internal fear that will lead everyone to weakening up his or her self worth or trust. This kind of fear perhaps acts like a virus that numbs the entire system of the body.
Ms. Jane never knew I went hiding on the dressing room. I don’t know what to feel and how to act at that very moment. No one knows how my blood pumps too much making my heart beat fasts together with the tic-tac of the clock I was staring at. I never even heed to notice Ms. Jane’s horrible mother-like voice of Cinderella calling me to stay ready at the backstage. The piece of paper I’m holding turned into pieces and my sweat came out like droplets. It was already four fifteen in the afternoon. Another fifteen minutes of waiting and I’ll explode into pieces right at the very eye of the crowd because of so much stage fright. The fear that seems to be a virus is starting to run down throughout my body. For sure, there won’t be any greatest escape. When the curtains and lights turned on, I felt like I was critically a virus victim being crippled with no choice but to stand without any crutches at all. I started looking over the faces of those in front of me. There I saw Ms. Jane and the rest of my friends. Right then I remembered how they’ve taught me to see on my mind's eye the crowd as coconut husks having colorful designs on top of their heads. Surely I could imagine but better yet, they were coconut husks who yell so well. Anyhow, there’s no harm in trying so I did.
So to say, standing in the middle of everybody is a different story for any individuals’ perspective. But, probably the greatest motivation for someone who has gone experiencing stage fright is the capacity to consider what and who is his greatest foundation. Likewise, I won’t surely be motivated to perform if and without the best support of my peers and mentor. A sense of focus and well driven purpose could either turned those stage anxieties to constructive and positive input of thoughts. Hence, though fear or anxiety is innate to men, one could take action on controlling the negativity compelled by this emotion.
Then, the show began and it surprisingly goes on and on. I delivered my speech like I was full of courage and I even sung a song with soothing relieve. Mean to say, no one could lead and direct one’s life but only oneself. The bottom line is that one develops fear when he worries for something that is beyond his or her control. So then, why one would bother to think what the other one might be thinking about him? when in fact he or she could just own the stage like the way I did.
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