Guest Conductor

By: Nicole Yeo

Hand on her side,

there’s a funny feeling—

like butterflies fluttering,

breath-stealing.

A tremble in her arms,

hands unsteady.

The sheer force of her will

making her look ready.

She’s surrounded by eyes

boring into her skin,

reminding her this isn’t

somewhere she’s been.

Is she an impostor?

It’s not what they’re used to.

But can she guide them

in what they need to do?

Deep breath all together—

anticipation.

First wave of her hand

starts a sensation.

Sound hurtling outward,

permeating the air.

And she’s just pleased,

they could put something there.

Piano, quiet,

it starts with a hum.

Forte, loud,

it builds into a thrum.

Arms waving wildly,

she ends the piece.

The sudden silence

not a moment of relief.

Applause breaks out,

grins overtake faces.

She releases a breath,

glad they could take the audience places.