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The boisterous hush of the audience excites my anxiety and at the same time suppresses the nervous inferno that burns within me. The conductor tries to calm our restlessness, giving us a false sense of confidence. I glance tensely at our undersized violin section, and then quickly refocus on the conductor. As if by instinct, my mind relaxes, momentarily drifting from the music… I did not have the best introduction to the violin. My involvement in music was not even voluntary. My parents were not very fortunate in being able to immerse themselves in music during their youth. Thus, they thought it appropriate that they could live as musicians, vicariously, through me. They planted the idea of music when I was in the third grade, but I did not express any desire to have anything to do with the school’s orchestra. In the end, they persuaded me, and I was forced to show up, violi