Always have and always will. Maybe this fear relates to my first audition experience when I was ten. It's the day of the audition. I arrive with my mother. I hear the music before I see the building.
Music resonates through the hallways.
Cellos, tubas, timpani, flutes. As I enter, notes swirl and tumble around me forming a dissonant symphony. Everyone is making a last run-through, repeatedly practicing that one rough spot that every piece seems to have. I try to pay no attention to my surroundings. I'm focused on my concerto.