Believe in Yourself Guitar Minus Vocal

When I was around 9 or 10, I was chosen to perform a solo at our church, and I'd rehearsed to utter perfection. Bravely, I approached the pulpit, signaled my pianist to commence, and faced the congregation. It was then my courage faltered. I was met with the gaze of what seemed like a thousand faces. Suddenly, my meticulously memorized lyrics evaporated from my mind and I frantically scanned the crowd for my mother. As luck would have it, I found her. Seeing my palpable fear, she offered me a reassuring smile.