Beauty and the Beast of Nerves
In through the nose; out through the mouth. She chants under her breath between gasps for air. The art of performing has always been an exhilaration to Stacy, and her many years of acting on stage have resulted in much joy and pleasure. There’s only one thing that stands in the way: a bad case of nerves.
It’s late October as the leaves begin to dance off trees in cascades of golden crisps. The northern breeze feels delightful against the contrasting beams of sun as they soak into Stacy’s slightly tanned skin. Under normal circumstances Stacy would grin to herself in appreciation of the beautiful autumn weather, but today is different. The opening night of her high school’s fall musical, Beauty and the Beast, …show more content…
As she takes in her surroundings, Stacy observes the hustle and bustle of crew and cast members. Many are in a frantic preparation mode, swiftly getting into costumes, caking on makeup, organizing props, and cramming lines for the umpteenth time. Although she knows she shouldn’t, Stacy takes a peek at the stage and, in turn, the unsuspecting audience. The once empty five hundred seats are now quickly becoming occupied by eager spectators awaiting the clock to display 7:30.
Suddenly, a brilliant light showers the darkened stage. The pianist begins daintily playing the intro music. The beautiful, giant burgundy curtain parts to reveal the set stage. A hush comes over the crowd to confirm that it is …show more content…
The sight of Stacy’s brilliant smile with the giant costume of none other than Mrs. Potts brings about an immediate response of contagious laughter from the audience.
Heart racing, palms trickling, and mind soaring, Stacy finally unleashes all her pent up nervous energy and replaces it with an impressive performance. As she is on stage, Stacy begins to feel at ease inwardly, but there’s nothing she can do about the beads of sweat consistently forming on her forehead. Butterflies continue to inhabit every square inch of her stomach even though the audience’s responses give Stacy a sense of joy and pride.
Finally, the last song comes and goes, and Stacy’s panicky feelings mellow down to a sadness due to the realization that the performance is almost done. The hard-working cast stretches across the stage, bows, and sings the title song one last time. As certain as the sun rises in the east, Stacy’s nervousness disappears completely, leaving in its place an enthusiasm to once again perform this tale as old as time and song as old as
In through the nose; out through the mouth. She chants under her breath between gasps for air. The art of performing has always been an exhilaration to Stacy, and her many years of acting on stage have resulted in much joy and pleasure. There’s only one thing that stands in the way: a bad case of nerves.
It’s late October as the leaves begin to dance off trees in cascades of golden crisps. The northern breeze feels delightful against the contrasting beams of sun as they soak into Stacy’s slightly tanned skin. Under normal circumstances Stacy would grin to herself in appreciation of the beautiful autumn weather, but today is different. The opening night of her high school’s fall musical, Beauty and the Beast, …show more content…
As she takes in her surroundings, Stacy observes the hustle and bustle of crew and cast members. Many are in a frantic preparation mode, swiftly getting into costumes, caking on makeup, organizing props, and cramming lines for the umpteenth time. Although she knows she shouldn’t, Stacy takes a peek at the stage and, in turn, the unsuspecting audience. The once empty five hundred seats are now quickly becoming occupied by eager spectators awaiting the clock to display 7:30.
Suddenly, a brilliant light showers the darkened stage. The pianist begins daintily playing the intro music. The beautiful, giant burgundy curtain parts to reveal the set stage. A hush comes over the crowd to confirm that it is …show more content…
The sight of Stacy’s brilliant smile with the giant costume of none other than Mrs. Potts brings about an immediate response of contagious laughter from the audience.
Heart racing, palms trickling, and mind soaring, Stacy finally unleashes all her pent up nervous energy and replaces it with an impressive performance. As she is on stage, Stacy begins to feel at ease inwardly, but there’s nothing she can do about the beads of sweat consistently forming on her forehead. Butterflies continue to inhabit every square inch of her stomach even though the audience’s responses give Stacy a sense of joy and pride.
Finally, the last song comes and goes, and Stacy’s panicky feelings mellow down to a sadness due to the realization that the performance is almost done. The hard-working cast stretches across the stage, bows, and sings the title song one last time. As certain as the sun rises in the east, Stacy’s nervousness disappears completely, leaving in its place an enthusiasm to once again perform this tale as old as time and song as old as