Starstruck – Beth Miller
So here I am, onstage at Madison Square Garden. Well, of course I am. Where else would I be? Totally natural place to be. Not a bother. Massive crowd? Sure. Hot lights strafing across my face? Yep. Musicians behind me? Dancers to my side? Well of course, where else would they be? Adrenaline running rather high? Certainly seems to be, if four billion heartbeats a minute are anything to go by. We’ve all had those dreams where we’re about to perform in a play and we can’t remember our lines. Or we’re in an exam we haven’t revised for. That cold flood of horror that sweeps over your dream-self as you realise, just as the curtain lifts or the examiner says, ‘Turn over your paper,’ that you haven’t a clue what you’re doing.