Disclaimer: I don't own Victiorous though I'm Victirouous in writing this storious


My dad would always tell Trina, my mom and I that he believes in us. If we messed up there would never be any punishment, lectures or blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. He (and mom) would simply tell us, "You're better then that." That would always make us want to do better. That support always meant so much to us.

Now I was here, on the stage of Hollywood Arts. I am so nervous. What if I mess it up? Sure Trina's voice is terrible but everyone is used to that. Dad catches my eye and smiles at me.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't move at all. He doesn't have to. His smile is speaking volumes. He's saying "I believe in you"

As I started to sing a memory came back to me. Mom had been going through a difficult time and he had chosen to support her through it.

"What if I can't overcome this," I heard my mom asking one time.

"Trisha," he told her, "I know you can. I believe in you and you're not alone in this"

If my mom could overcome alcoholism I could overcome my fear of messing up.

I took in a breath.

"I can do this," I whispered to myself.

Andre gave me the thumbs up. The music started playing

"Here I am," I began, "Once again... feeling lost but now and then"