Angela knocked and entered, looking polished and professional as always. "How are you doing?"
"Honestly, I'm questioning every decision that led me to this moment."
Angela laughed. "That's normal. Every performer I've ever worked with feels this way before a big show. You know what separates the good ones from the great ones? The great ones feel the fear and perform anyway. They use the adrenaline instead of letting it paralyze them."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to go out there."
"No, but I wish I could. Maya, do you know how rare this is? How many people would kill for this opportunity? You get to do what you love, what you're brilliant at, in front of people who chose to be here, who paid money and took time out of their lives because they want to hear you play. That's not scary. That's incredible."
A stagehand knocked on the door. "5 minutes, Miss Torres."