Are You Enslaved To The Opinions of Others?

When I was 12 years old I already had years of singing experience. It was what I loved to do. If I can say so, I was pretty good at it. But, one night while performing, something happened.

The spotlight shined down. I took a deep breath and went for it — I belted my solo and it was epic. I closed my eyes and I imagined I was Freddie Mercury with no mustache and less tight pants. In the…