Anxiety-Personal Narrative

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The anxiety was crawling up my back as I waited outside of the tryout room. Everyone seemed nervous, I could hear people fingering through scales and see the sweat on their foreheads. Musicians take All-Region very serious, that’s why I was prepared or so I thought. I had spent months practicing the audition material. From 7:15am section classes to 4:30pm private lessons, I was ready but the pressure of All-Region was going to try and ruin that, but I wasn’t going to let it. It was my turn to go in and I took my seat, staring at the cardboard wall that had the three judges on the other side. One of them said “Please your first exercise” and at the moment my mind went numb and I didn’t even remember how the music went. I was stressed out and

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