I hadn’t thought it through when I’d said yes. I’d been thrilled. It was my mother who sat me down, knowing my terror of public speaking.
“If you’re sure,” she said, pushing forward a flyer offering group sessions for glossophobics, “then this might help.”
I joined. I was taught breathing strategies, how to deal with my fear and my shaking, methods for projecting my voice and keeping it steady. As I practiced, I questioned my decision a thousand times over.
The day came. I heard the lead in for my part, knew it was time.
Deep breaths. Clear voice.