Douglas English: A Star is Born

Douglas English                                                                                                November 19, 2016

St. Martin de Porres


A Star is Born

Have you ever been afraid to go on stage?  If so, then you have stage fright.  This means you’re someone like me.  Let me tell you a story about when I overcame stage fright.  It was a gleaming sunny Sunday, and I was heading to church with friends and family.  My grandmom asked me if I wanted to sing a solo at church, and even when I repeatedly told my grandma that I didn’t want to, she volunteered me. So after Sunday school and breakfast, church began.  I was scared because I didn’t want to go on stage. I feel I’m not a good singer. So a half hour went by, and as the clock ticked, the faster my heart raced.  My heart was overflowing with fear, my eyes were wide open, and my hands were shaking in my pockets.  At a moment when I least expected it, the youth choir director called me to go up there and sing.  I got up wearing the phoniest smile on my face, knowing deep down that I wanted to run home so fast that it would be like roadrunner and the wild coyote from the Looney Tunes.  I walked to the front of the church and grabbed the mic.  I stood in front of everyone there at the church.  Now I don’t know what happened, but I know I stood up there like an immovable statue.  Everyone was just staring at me, waiting for me to open my mouth, but I couldn’t.  I looked around and made the most intense eye contact I’ve ever made with my grandmom. Now here’s the funny thing. I don’t know how to do silent language, but it seems my eyes do.  So she whispered to me from her seat, “What’s wrong?”  I didn’t respond with words but let my facial expressions do the talking.  Basically, my face illuminated the mystified question, “Grandmom, Grandmom, why have you abandoned me?” But the look on her face told a different story.  So I finally opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Then, in desperation, I started to mumble words. It was awful. Then I ran as fast as I could back to my grandmom’s seat, but she barricaded the seat.  “Go up there and sing your little heart out!” “But Grandmom, I can’t. I’m scared.”  “Well sing with your eyes closed, then open them half way through.”  “O…kay… I’ll t…ry….,” I stuttered.  So I returned to the front very slowly.  When I got up there, my heart pulsed like a wild drum, and my hands trembled with fear – a fear so strong I couldn’t think straight.  I closed my eyes and sang out the wrong line, but I rolled with it.  In the end, I opened my mouth and finished that song, “Take Me to the King,” and I got a standing ovation for my trouble. Honestly, I felt proud satisfaction. Afterwards, they gave me scrumptious cake and ice cream, and after that, my family and friends all said their goodbyes. On the way home, my grandmom said, “Woo… you should have seen my baby boy. Duggy you were amazing!”  “Thanks, Grandmom.”  “I knew you could do it, Doug.”  “I am glad you believed in me.”  “No problem, Duggy.”