The feeling of leading a cell is like performing a piano recital. You endure the agony and exasperating moments of preparation, grit your teeth through the pangs and spasm of nervousness, then muster all courage and accept the fact that you have to get it done and get it done alone.

And then you perform beautifully on the stage set out for you where ideas of "make it or break it" creep into a portion of your head. You begin to wonder if the audience actually acknowledges what you have laboured for thus far and watch yourself unforgivingly lest you err and create public embarrassment. Then when the arduous task has finally come to a close, you get out of the chair, take the honourary bow and walk down the steps to anticipate the applauds of appreciation. And the final thought flashes through your head as you exit where you have entered. "Alright, I'm so never going to go through this again".

That's about how my first experience with cell leading started and ended, within 2hrs. Then another thought flashes through the head to overshadow the former. "You are so going to go through this again. Again and again. For quite some time, until you no longer have to cell lead".

The things that Papa tells me.

And I hate the rain outside now!!!