AN: Some insight into what it's like performing for Santana, because you know that girl does not easily get nervous.
Santana didn't think she could have performed this well without the pressure.
It was like a big tide, swelling inside her, urging her to do better. The little black hat placed upon her head. The microphone quickly passed into her hand. Those are the moments when she feels the pressure starting to rise, almost breaking.
She turns, starts bopping her hip. Takes in a deep breath, looks over at Brittany, back to the crowd. That's the tipping point.
When she opens her mouth, let's the music escape from her body, let's the audience hear her talent, that's when the pressure is released. It flows out of her, all of her worry, emptying like flood gates.
Well, since I've come on home, when my body's been a mess.
Santana throws back her head, feeling that moment of pure ecstasy. She continues on with the song, twirling and shimmying across the stage, until the very end.
With the final note, she stands there, and it's all gone, every ounce of pressure exempted from herself in that moment.
Why don't you come on over, Valerie.
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