The feeling is always the same.
The rush of blood.
The tight grip around my heart.
The fear mixing with excitment that turns into pure joy at the sound of the first note.
But I have to admit. Tonight was something different.
A few months ago, it was a ridiculous melody I hammered out of the upright piano in my living room.
Tonight, it was
My tragedy, joy, humility, love, love, love, and hope.