Fighting What If?
When I was growing up, I would watch every award show, every televised concert, everything that included music that I could get my parents to let me watch. And inevitably, when I would watch, I would end up with a huge lump in my throat and tears running down my cheeks. Because I could feel the music pounding in my chest. I could feel the emotion, and I would envision myself being the one up there. I remember there …