Hangover

"I don't drink." I told Jenna.

"Trust me it will help a lot ." Jenna said pouring me a glass .

The last minutes that were leading up to the show again were killing me. Just 10 minutes to go. Time was tickling back. I knew that my nervousness will screw up things again.

So I had a glass of wine.

Then I had another one. I was feeling better that before. Jenna was right.

I went on the stage again. This time my nervousness lasted less than one minute. I realized that actually I was loving to perform .

I stopped worrying about playing the songs exactly right and started rocking out with reckless abandon. I hit some wrong notes, but it was only because I was rocking out so hard.

This time I could read from audience's expressions that they were also vibing. This drained away the tiny bits of nervousness that was in me. I closed my eyes and got lost in the music.

I slowly opened my eyes as I finished my song. Everyone was clapping and cheering. I realized that the fear, the nervousness was