One of these days I'll get over performance anxiety.

It's not the obvious stuff like forgetting how the tune goes, it's the subtle stuff. Like my bowing. My bowing, which has made tremendous strides over the last couple of weeks and months, enhanced further by my new divine bow.

I had a recital last night, and my bowing stank. I'm sure the other students thought I was pretty decent, but I could hear every bad bowing, and Elke could too.

Blech.