Don't ask me to do anything. My fingers are busy working out.

Am I crazy?
Am I mad?
Am I the one with nothing to do?
Oi.
I've been wanting to improve my piano performance skills for a long time.  In theory it's easy to think about; the hard reality is that it's quite another thing to execute the plan.
I've been playing organ and piano at church whenever the opportunity arises, and I've been trying to play spontaneously at home a little bit more.  I'm busy teaching piano lessons on the side.  So when the High School music teacher asked me (about a month ago) if I would accompany the choruses at their Holiday Concert in December, I said
"SURE!  I'd love to."
It'll be a challenge, I thought.  This is my chance to become better, I thought!
WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?
I'm getting cold feet.
Butterflies.
Stage fright.
Nervous fingers.
Performance Anxiety.
NAUSEATED.
But I'm determined.  And I'm kind of excited.
And now I'm going back to the piano to practice some more.