Rehearsed lines, perfectly ironed shirts
Lists of strength and weaknesses memorized.
Butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Artificial smile planted on my face
I prepare myself for the greatest performance of my life.
I must show just the right amount of confidence, the perfect dose of humility, the right amount of ration.
Be well read in most topics, be comfortable for 8 hours in a suit and uncomfortable heels.
Show interest on research I can barely remember.
And some how in a couple of interviews convince everyone that I am fit to be a doctor.
Surely Shakespeare must have felt this way before his first play was performed.
Moliere must have experienced this sick feeling before his first performance.
A matador must have his heart pounding in his chest this hard before going in the ring.
“Hush now” I tell the still voice inside, “I was born to do this!”