Getting the Ring

Impatient I was, yet my contained excitement was still and did not stir. My talents for music had increased, and I did not have the need to brag. People call me the best like a worship, but I don't like the irking spotlight. All is to perform. Like all others, I have my days where my abilities slip through my tightly closed fingers. To look through, my music must "fly off the page"-so to speak- or else my sound is certain for weakness and does not carry itself.