Fear III

The spotlight focused on the scared young girl standing up above on the stage.
The seats filled with people, looking from below, an intimidating presence.
Her hands shook, her fingers starting to sweat, all from anticipation..
Of what was to come next, of what she had to do.
A second to react, a second to get herself moving.
A second to make it succeed, or let it fall. with her dreams.
Reminding herself of the days passed, the preparation for this moment,
Of all the things she pushed herself to learn, things she knew, and things her body knew.
Things that she could easily do without a second thought.
But the chance of victory and the threat of failure,
Was ice cold fear; gnawing at her mind, poisoning her body.
But she had to overcome it, she would not let herself lose to the fear.
The music, her song, was starting. She had no time left.
All she could do now was let her body move, let her instincts take over.