Thursday I begin a new project. I'm excited and so nervous I'm about to hyperventilate just thinking about it. I will chose several songs by one of my favorite bands, Third Day, and video myself interpreting them. I plan to post the videos on Youtube. I chose Third Day because I know all their songs by heart and this offers a certain level of comfort. I also am counting on the support of my friends and fellow fans. Why so nervous? I've been interpreting for almost 8 years now. I have interpreted for large church services, funerals, weddings and important medical situations. But, I don't like to be recorded. There it is. Every flaw. Every misstep. Every amateur error for everyone to see. Interpreting a song is taking the song and making it your own. I, as in interpreter, make certain assumptions about the writers intent. My eyes and facial expressions must portray the emotion of the song or it becomes flat. I know I'll have nightmares. I'm at a meet and greet. Mac Powell walks toward me, frowning. "Hi Mac!" I'll say, smiling. He'll shake his head disapprovingly. "What you did with my song, Traci...not cool. Not. Cool."