<p>Please criticize my essay honestly !!! </p>
<p> and I found myself jumping around, replicating exactly every move that Eddie made on his guitar, and immersing in uproarious cheering of my loyal fans </p>
<p>Door knocked, I woke up in the midst of one of these beautiful daydreams that I had control over through the buttons of the CD player. I was wild in my dreams, but dull in real life. If a painter were to paint a portrait of me, he or she would only need to draw a concave outline of my face and fill it with the grades I received. A merely statistical figure, I was so shy that I thought over matters at least five times before I could speak out my opinion in public. Unfortunately, when I began to move my lips, everybody had already moved on to another subject. </p>
<p>I would have sunk in the swamp of diffidence forever if I had not paid attention to a poster introducing a new guitar club. Because the club was newly formed in my area, I could take advantage of a fresh and less intimidating environment, where no one knew what a timid kid I was. I would no longer make the mistake of deluding myself that I could possess the confidence of a popular spokesman after just one night of winning over the anxiety. It is a process which requires time and training. Therefore, instead of fancying my first performance would put an end to the ingrained shyness, I took it in a gradual manner. </p>
<p>And now, lets hear it for the famous solo, Eruption, performed by Hoang</p>
<p>I couldnt breathe normally when I heard the speaker introducing my name. He looked way younger than I did, but his voice was firm like that of a professional speaker. In a positive way, I mocked myself for being superior in age but inferior in self-confidence. </p>
<p>Finally, I hit on the solo. </p>
<p>The moment I started to get rid of the fear of appearing before the whole club was unforgettable. Inside me, my burning desire to let people know that I could be outrageous, and that I was sick and tired of dreaming, had overthrown the chronic anxiety. My guitar playing was no match for experienced players who were watching the show, but I knew my passion that night surpassed everyones. Soon, I lost myself to the wildness that had just been freed from the shackle of timidity. My fingers were fretting the guitar strings with blistering speed, as if I satisfied my thirst with a full cup of adrenalin. I screwed up the rhythm but rocked the night!</p>
<p>2 years have passed since and I can recall the sound of hands clapping in my ears. Glorying as it was, it was not the night that I completely cured myself of the phobia for public appearance; it was one night that I managed to save the first coin of confidence. I will never cease to collect these imaginary coins. For I must be a fearless young man to take on the challenges that the land of opportunity has to give.</p>