Too disinterested to be nervous at that point, I walked onto the vast stage for the first time in my freshman year without a care to be had. Something changed, though, as I glanced over towards the spectator’s judging faces, the smiling faces of the performers around me, the rush of whispers ahead of me. All of a sudden, terror filled me. Panicking, I looked for a way to escape, but there was none. My show choir career was at the hands of those cruel, gray, faceless condemners of my soul. Wanting so badly to break down on the floor, I paused; however, I knew I could not do so. Thus, as the first drum beat pounded from underneath me, and my heart pounded inside of me, I began to move. As the music continued on, however, another metamorphosis boiled inside me. Fear evaporated out of me to make way for a new feeling- happiness. No, not just happiness-Exhilaration, and pride. This foreign euphoria bubbled and bubbled in my heart until it felt as if I would implode. The ghosts watching me became just that-ghosts, whom could not hurt me in any way; consequently, the ending of our performance came almost too soon. Standing tall as beads of perspiration sparkled like the sequins on our gaudy red tops, I ruefully exited the