Another fine mess

I've done it again. How? I have no idea. Just gifted, I guess.
Tomorrow, I will be going to the chickens' school during band. I will then attempt to help all the lovely, little clarinet players out. I've also been asked to come in at least once next week.
Yep. You got it.
I'm a band nerd from way back. LOVE band. And now my oldest chicken is playing the same instrument that I did for years. The band director told me that their tone (all the clarinet players) needs improvement. Then she asked if I could come and give them pointers. *laughing* And I jumped at it.
Obviously, I have no better sense.
Part of me is excited. And part of me is scared I'm going to flub up. But this is their first year of band, and I had six years of it. I made honor bands. I sat fairly high up in the clarinet hierarchy. So why am I so stressed?
Performance anxiety.
It's different when you're sitting in a group of three or more. You blend. Sounds mesh together. But I'll have no one to blend with. It'll be the simple, stark sound of one clarinet.
I'll let everyone know how it shakes out.

And...a question for y'all. Where can I find a reliable listing of romance fiction contests? I'm thinking about subbing to a couple to get my work in front of a larger print editor. Any comments will be highly appreciated.
Grins*