The Fieldhouse buzzed with chatter as I came in with my orchestra class. People were lined up in the familiar blue bleachers. I was impatiently waiting for my head to to my shoulders as we were trying to figure out where to be seated. First concert of the year. Don’t panic, just do it! My consciousness nagged at me over and over repeating that same thing. My feet were stuck inside a concrete pool of perturbation and stress. I was practically drowning in that pool by time had taken our seats. “I’m so scared.” Laura panicked beside me quietly. “It’ll be okay, we are just doing easier songs anyways. No need to stress out about it.” I tried to comfort her, at least she might be more comfortable in this situation. It was
