by Jeanette C. Ramos
The first time I went up on stage is to sing on one of the events in our school when I was in high school. I was so nervous my legs buckled and I fell to one knee. People that I hadn't expected were there like my family and friends. I sat there for a minute with my heart pounding thinking, 'What am I going to do? Maybe I should just run and say I cannot do it.'
Then I remembered my father who had flown in. I knew he would enjoy seeing and hearing my voice singing. I stood up like I had been praying, crossed myself and said that my father was in the audience and he will be proud of me. So I was just getting my last prayer in to God in case I got whacked, and went on.
I guess believing in the material, having the intention to do in and putting my focus out in the audience and finding an inspiration to pursue helped me get to my feet.