She always wanted to excel, at just one thing in her young life, but always failed, according to her peers.

A lot of pressure, year after year, as she built up her courage, with that always, lump in her throat, by her

Side. Sweaty palms, while beads of water, slid down her flushed young face.

Butterflies danced around her small, nervous stomach, as the thought of doing this again, frightened her.

Thoughts of wondering why me, and not anyone else in her family, scrambled around in her empty head.

Finally the night arrived, like the evening train, right on time. She was ready, with her pretty dress of white,

And shoes of shine, and just a tiny dose of courage, tucked in her tiny beaded purse. She was going to

Step out the front door, and her Mother called to her. ‘Julie, the concert is cancelled for tonite, due to

The power outage, at the town hall, so you can put your instrument away till next time’. She exhaled, and

Wished she had gone, since she finally felt ready, this time.