Showing Anxiety

I tapped my foot nervously as I waited for the smooth sonata to end. I kept on doing and undoing the bow at the waistline of my silky satin dress that I had on. “How long is their piece?”, I wondered to myself.
I turned and glanced over to my parents. My father looked completely immersed into the beautiful sonata, but my mother glanced at me and gave me a thumbs-up. That made me feel even worse. My heart clenched with fear. Enough with embarrassing myself, what if I embarrass my family?
“Shampurna, you are up!”, my piano teacher called to me. My head was pounding and I felt faint. I numbly walked over to the piano, sitting down slowly, placing my feet on the pedal. My long, slender fingers rested on the piano.
I took a deep breath and I played my piece.