As she was walking up the steps to the stage, Gigi felt the eyes of the crowd boring into her back. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion. Sure, she was nervous, but Gigi was confident her abilities and the countless hours she had spent rehearsing. The lights went up, the piano player started playing and Gigi opened her mouth and sang. If only it were that easy for us all. Is there a secret antidote to combat low self-esteem?