Trembling in the wings, waiting to go on, to perform, to do what you intend to do - unsure whether you're going to nail your line or vomit - it will be one of the two.
I'm waiting. Terrified. I haven't felt this way in a long long time.
I don't know anything. The understudy was never there. The potential for failure seems more real than ever . . . and I think we're at my cue.
Posted by Ms.Nožisková > Sunday, October 07, 2007