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I waited to go up on stage.
Yet it seemed forever just to get up there.
Time stretch forever, slowly sneaking to a stop.
Never speeding up.
Then we were moving.
Moving.
Finallly.
We crept on stage.
Lights shinning on us like angels.
Yet my violin was screaming to let go.
I held it too hard, too nervous.
So I loosened my grip ever so slighty.
Ms. V held up her baton.
It was time.
We held up our instruments,
Ready,
But me.
I was nervous, screaming in my head to give me one more day,
I wasn't going to get it.
She counted off and without knowing I was,
playing.
Playing freely letting the music go right through me.
Basses,
Cellos,
Violas, and
Violins SINGING gracefully as if they were angels.
The song ended.
I'll missed the Sahara Desert.
But were Goin' to Boston.
We started the second song and it came out more happier than exoutic.
The instruments were SINGING again happier.
The song ended.
Wishing we could play.
Just once more.
But,
We couldn't it was time to go home.
I walked off stage.
I was done.
Yet 2 weeks from now,
We were going to the Sahara Desert once again Crossing it's Sandy dunes.
I couldn't wait.

April 27, 2009
Written on May 6, 2009