Positive affirmations | Metamorphosism

Tomorrow my cello recital will be over and I shall still be alive
If this flopping goldfish feeling in my chest is not a heart irregularity that kills me
I know the music, the recital will go fine.
Playing before other people can be a source of pleasure.
Even if I make a mistake or two, no one will notice as long as I manage not to grimace and shake my head.
Probably my hands won’t sweat, and even if they do, that just makes it that much easier to slide my fingers up and down the strings.
I will remember to breathe.
I will remember to acknowledge the audience after performing this time, and not flee the stage blindly.
My new cello will sound so fucking hot, especially following a bunch of cute little kids sawing half-sized Chinese instruments in two.
I will remember to breathe. I will relax. I will not tremble noticeably. And even if I do, I can sell that as vibrato.