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Post by Vittoria on Feb 9, 2009 4:18:06 GMT
The thought of getting up in front of an audience of any kind is the thing that undoes me. Thanks for reminding me. I didn't think of this when I posted. I have always had terrible stage fright. I would just go out and do my thing anyway. That's the only way you can get through it. It does get easier. But, in my case it never disappeared. |
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Post by ambra on Feb 9, 2009 4:43:36 GMT
I did drama and public speaking in high school. Going out onstage for a play, no problem but if I had to do a speech, I would shake like a leaf and could barely speak.
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Post by Vittoria on Feb 9, 2009 7:50:11 GMT
I did drama and public speaking in high school. Going out onstage for a play, no problem but if I had to do a speech, I would shake like a leaf and could barely speak. Lucky you (re: drama). The only play I was ever in I was Princess Snowdrop at the age of 8. I can't remember any of my lines... but I do remember the opening lines of the page: "Hear ye! Hear ye! Make way for the King! Make way for His Majesty of No No Land! Hear ye! Hear ye, for the King is about to enter!"  These days I couldn't remember lines if my life depended upon it.... so drama is out. But man oh man, do speeches suck. I think I managed ok with my speech on fictional vampires when I was 14... but I was terribly nervous. I don't know how much I was shaking, but I could barely look up from my pages. However, the worst bit was the talent show wherein I sang solo with piano accompaniment behind me- way behind me... and of course there were cables taped to the floor and someone said, "Make sure you don't trip over the cables". And what do I do but trip right out onto the stage! Then I was shaking like a leaf through the whole thing and I thought for sure people would notice, but even people in the front row said they couldn't tell.... So I don't know how much of it really looks so bad to others as we think it might. Then during my early 20's I was playing drums in this small coffee house outfit wherein I was borrowing someone's crappy set which had symbols that sounded like tin cans... never mind that part way through a song (I was singing back-up too which didn't help), the da---d highhat was coming apart... and the bass pedal would fall apart so I had to lean down and keep fixing it mid-way through a piece. I was so embarassed all I could do was laugh. Sometimes that's all you can do! |
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Post by miss october on Feb 11, 2009 1:40:09 GMT
You can add me to the "public speaking" list. I'm just pretty shy in general, so the idea of speeches,etc......no thanks.
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Post by quoll on Feb 12, 2009 6:42:10 GMT
Bushfires. Say no more!
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Post by francesca on Oct 20, 2009 4:36:05 GMT
Spiders
I can spot the tiniest one out of the corner of my eye at 20 paces and it paralizes me and after it's removed ( not killed)I feel sick and shake all over
Heights
I can't sit next to a window in a plane .I can't climb more than 3steps on a stepladder and no Cliff edges .
Confined spaces
A lift ...elevator to you US girls I can only ride in one if someone is with me ,and if one broke down ,a la TOTS even with Roofie , I would be a cowering shaking whimpering wreck
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