I stood there, knowing my cue had come. Sasha looked over, giving me a tiny nod. The gesture was kind, as she couldn’t break formation. My hands began to sweat and the crown on top of my head felt heavier than it had ever felt in practice sessions. Suddenly, the outfit felt itchy and my confidence wavered.
This day was bound to come, and I had rehearsed the steps a thousand times. No amount of re...