My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was my time. This is my moment. Bleary eyed, I managed to scramble to my feet. It was the final call for all the actors to assemble. One hour until showtime. The lights flickered and then went off. I can hear the music playing in the distance. I can picture thousands of eyes waiting for me, waiting for my performance. This is my moment. Yet, I am here locked in my dressing room with the door bolted shut.