I heard Kellon’s voice from behind me. I didn’t know what I would have done had he not been here. He’d gotten me to the studio, given me breakfast, and been amazing, helping me navigate all this.

“Guilty.” I turned to face him, trying to calm my breathing.

“You’re going to be great. I’m sure you can cut hair in your sleep. Everybody but mine that is. My hair still out here looking straggly and shit.”

I looked up at him, and that goofy smile was on his face. He always managed to make me laugh at the right times.

“This is not about your haircut right now,” I whined, pushing his chest playfully. “What if I mess up?”

“You won’t because you’re that girl. You’re good at what you do. That audience out there will appreciate your talent, personality, and smile. Just be yourself.” He kissed my forehead sweetly, and it was the motivation I needed.

“I can do this,” I chanted.

“You can do this,” he joined in with me. “Do you need me to be a considerate friend right now?”

He ran his hands up my dress. Before I could respond, one of the show’s producers popped their head in, signaling that it was time for me to head to the stage. My stomach flipped, and I shot Kellon a panicked look.

“Breathe. You got this. I’ll be watching from here,” he encouraged, gently pushing me toward the door. I followed behind the producer. My heart pounded out of my chest.

“Stand by.” She pointed to a piece of green tape on the floor. We’d rehearsed this twice, but it didn’t do anything to calm my nerves.

“Go!” The producers signaled me to start. The bright stage lights shone in my face, and the cameras swiveled to catch my entrance. I started moving toward Brittani just as we had rehearsed.

“Welcome to our special segment on beauty and self-care!” Brittani began, her voice warm and inviting. “All week, we will have the incredible, talented barber out of Bristol City, New York here to share her expertise with us. Please welcome Phileigh the Barber!”

I walked over, trying to maintain my composure as I stood behind the on-stage salon chair. I managed a small smile.

“Thank you for having me,” I responded, hoping my voice wasn’t too shaky.

“You have quite a skill with cutting hair. What advice would you give someone looking to switch up their look?” Brittani asked.

I felt my nerves fade as I spoke about achieving the perfect do-it-yourself haircut. With every word, confidence built within me, and soon, it felt like I was just back home in Lolo’s salon talking to one of my regulars. When the segment wrapped up, I was glowing with excitement. My nerves were replaced with accomplishment. As the cameras turned off, I felt a rush of relief. I did it!