A couple of days before a performance at an open mic, a concert, a recital, or whatever, and you feel a distance from it. It’s like observing a feral critter on the other side of the fence. It’s so close yet so far away. It can’t hurt you.
Then comes the day of. The nerves start kicking in. This is really happening. Then comes the few minutes until you go on stage. The nerves are in full tilt. This is really happening.
It’s the point of no return. You can’t fake sick. You can’t back out now. You have to do it. You have make art.
The feeling is indescribable. It’s surreal, like some kind of a performance high. I think it’s one of the most important feelings as a human being. It lets us know we’re doing something that might not work: making art.