Music

by Rebecca Young   Aug 31, 2006


Don't tell me it's easy,
Becasue I know it's not.
I look over at the hundreds of people,
Watching me, getting ready to judge me.
If you screw up,
You see them all cringe at the
horrifying sound.
And you lose all
self confedence.

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