Often before a performance, I am stressed. My nerves are shot. I am overthinking my performance. I get stuck in this rut of trying to calculate perfection. To the point I find myself absorbed in the moment before I have touched a makeup brush. For me, the performance starts before the DJ hits the music. Yet to the audience, they witness the dichotomy of my performance. It’s the premiere. The grand finale. The big shebang. It’s the four minutes of time where we both are experiencing the truth.
What’s the tea?