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Performance Anxiety
Performance Anxiety
Performance Anxiety
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Performance Anxiety

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What would you do if you were suddenly thrust into a position of leadership in a field you knew nothing about? What if hundreds of people were anxiously awaiting for you to do something you did not even know how to do? What if the success of an entire event was completely up to you? What if the clock had ticked down and there was no time left to escape the situation? Would you suffer from performance anxiety? How would you overcome that in order to do what you had to do?

This is the madcap story of how one person dealt with exactly this type of situation. Take a crazy ride with this person on an adventure that would paralyze most people.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherWhite Feather
Release dateNov 30, 2016
ISBN9781370072804
Performance Anxiety
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White Feather

Author of numerous books, White Feather has been writing stories and essays for a few decades and currently lives on the Great Plains of Turtle Island.

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    Performance Anxiety - White Feather

    Performance Anxiety

    Copyright 2016 by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

    Cover design by White Feather

    Published by Wordgravy Press

    I don’t know what I was doing there. I had no business being there.

    I was in a large rehearsal hall filled with musicians in black tuxedos. They were randomly scattered about; each one either unpacking an instrument, fiddling with an instrument or tuning an instrument. The air was filled with the sound of chairs being dragged across the floor, instrument cases shutting, the tuning of instruments, coughing and the soft din of human whispering.

    I was sitting in a folding metal chair against a wall at the far back end of the large room. I was wearing blue jeans, an old tattered light blue denim shirt and fairly worn white tennis shoes. It was an ensemble that I would wear while going for a walk around the ponds at the park or walking to the neighborhood store or just around the house. My clothes proved beyond a doubt that I was only there watching; that I had no part in the production

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