I sit patiently with my mother to the right of me and my father to my left. My younger brother is sitting one row behind us and he struggles to sit still, finally he adjusts so that he is sitting on his knees. Not a proper way to sit on a chair-especially in church. But, at least he is finally sitting still. The final hymn finishes and the piano plays its final chords. The pastor makes his way to the stage and stands in front of the microphone. My heart begins to pound faster. My body is already vibrating with excitement, and then I am called to the stage. I rise from the knit, dark red cushion on the wooden chair and make my way to the front of the church. I take a few stairs to get on the stage. I step towards the microphone, sitting on the stand, waiting to be held. I adjust my long, blonde, curled hair away from my face and straighten my black, sparkly bell-sleeved dress. I reach the microphone. My vision switches focus towards the audience, every face smiling at me, waiting with anticipation. Do they know what I am about to do? The thought of it made my heart skip a beat. Joy washes over me as I patiently listen for the beginning notes. They start. The smiles grow, my eyes widen, I take a deep breath, and sing.