The first time I ever got up on stage by myself, I was terrified. I wasn’t ready to be up there yet; my fingers still fumbled between chords from time to time and anxiety would sometimes lock my voice down. I couldn’t seem to get a full breath. You need to be able to breathe in order to sing.
Another woman who had been doing open stage for what seemed like years got up ahead of me. Her name was Jenn. Turns out she was a professional musician and had been writing and recording her own music for over a decade. She was good. So good, in fact, that I did not want to follow her. I made some excuse as to why I couldn’t go next and got up to talk to Jenn when she got off stage.
“How can you be so comfortable up there?” I asked. “I feel like I’m going to black out.”