The half egg shaped arches unnerved me. I just stared at the entrance, feeling claustrophobic.
“I can do this,” I whispered, clutching my violin.
A fellow violinist walked up beside me, “I froze in that hallway my first time too.”
“I missed the concert and demoted down to second violins.”
The fellow violinist glanced down at my shaking hands, “Trust me. Just close your eyes, take a breath, and let those strings sing. Each time you get up there by yourself it gets easier.”
The man chuckled, “No.”
I stared as he walked away.
This is the parameters of the story. 🙂