Getting on stage and singing in front of a few hundred people. It's not something most people would feel comfortable doing. It was most certainly questioned by my friends and family when I, a shy, quiet, introvert, decided I wanted to do that very thing. I even questioned it myself. I have extreme stage fright, but anyone who has seen my band Corvus play would never know it. I hide it well. I always have.

In school, I got very high marks and related and befriended my teachers more than my peers. This led to my teachers making me be the one to read out loud to the class, administer the re-take test to my classmates and give presentations…and I loathed it. I was definitely an outcast in school, with my shy, quiet demeanor being taken as being a jerk. The only time I'd really talk was if I was given one of these tasks by a teacher.

I was also very much into athletics when I was younger, excelling at basketball. This is where the idea of a band entered my head. The team work. I was the leader of the teams I played on. I would change, and be very vocal, almost a different person. Even though I led the teams, I very much understood, I couldn't do it without my teammates. Everyone had a role to play, and when I was approached by a teammate who was learning to play drums, to give the guitar a try, I was hooked from the first time we ran through a Metallica song. What was supposed to be me being a guitar player in the corner, evolved into the front man I am today.

My friend got tired of playing Metallica, so he said I needed to write originals. I loved to write short stories, so I took on the challenge and started writing music. That wasn't good enough. He wanted vocals. The group we had didn't have anyone who was willing to sing, but I was so addicted to playing music, I stepped up out of fear of losing this fun "hobby". I was awful at singing, but I liked it, especially crafting melodies to lyrics. It was then I had to face my biggest fear. They wanted to play live. I wanted to stay in the garage.

That first show was a nightmare. Our bass player didn't learn the songs so I had to take bass duties and vocals. I must have gotten sick five times before we played. I wore a hole in the floor with all my pacing. Our guitarist stopped in the middle of a song because he messed up, screaming loudly, alerting the only two bar flies of our existence, not counting the five friends we got to go watching us, in my opinion, make fools of ourselves. After all of that, I was even more sold on this idea. Our five friends loved it. That whole team mentality kicked in and brought all of us together even more, and we learned a lot from that first performance.

After hundreds of shows since that first performance, I still get nervous when I take the stage. My hands shake, I feel nauseous and I pace all over the place. Once the lights dim, and that first note to our staple opener "One Man Army" kicks in, Clark Kent becomes Superman. I tell myself, "I'm the one on stage and who people are here to see". It's my job to give everyone a great, entertaining show. I have an amazing band up there with me, who are more than likely, just as nervous as I am. They're my friends, my family, and they trust me to lead them up on stage. I'm getting to do what I love with the people I love. That makes all those fears melt away.

After the performance, I go back to being the shy kid from all those years ago, not believing all those people enjoyed what we'd done. It's the best part though, and worth all the "stage fright" symptoms. Getting to meet the fans is the greatest thing about our job. So if you see Corvus for the first time, and I seem like a ball of testosterone on stage, I am. Off stage though, I'm a quiet, shy guy who loves what he does, so come say hi and I'll tell you some really crazy show stories that don't involve my strange change to get over my stage fright.

Brock Brown is the lead vocalist for Arizona metal band Corvus. They have toured nationally with Trapt, Mushroomhead, American Head Charge and Hed P.E., and just completed a tour with Wayne Static of Static X. They've recorded 6 full-length albums in 5 years, the most recent "Never Forget" was released January 2013.

You can connect with David and the rest of Corvus at

A Fickle Wind

by Guest Author on July 19, 2014 · 0 comments

A Fickle Wind Cover

A book, which turned out to be A FICKLE WIND, has been floating around in my head for years. I started to share my time with a partner who lived on Vancouver Island. Life was so much less hectic there than in my San Francisco home city that it seemed like an ideal place to pursue my dream to become an author. I was quite amazed at how quickly I was able to move through the integration of personal experiences with those shared with me by my cousins and some intimate women friends. I made few notes and no drafts. I changed names and, to keep things straight, did have to record what I had named whom.

I worked vigorously for about four months, but not daily and not to the exclusion of everything else in our lives, and produced fourteen chapters. I had reached this point when we had houseguests and I took a two-week break. My woman friend asked to read what I had written, was most encouraging, and said she couldn't wait to read the rest. Two days after they left, my partner became ill which resulted in my not working on the book for about eighteen months. Not because he continued to be sick but because we returned to San Francisco and other activities took precedence. I was constantly urged by my friend to continue to write but had definitely started to wonder if I would be able to finish the book with the same enthusiasm as before. When I finally returned to it I was quite relieved to find that I still had the same flow, and completed it in about another four months.

But then, for me, the difficult part began. What I experienced with the first printing company I engaged almost had me cancel the whole project. The draft book I was sent contained six errors. There were a few half lines, a few uneven pages – nothing much. Notes were made and emailed to my contact. Then started the rounds of pdf files. I had expected the errors would be corrected and we would be good to go. No!! At least ten new errors appeared. These were corrected. This was a process that continued, seemingly, ad infinitum – many more new errors and corrections by me – until, at round twelve, I called a halt, cancelled my contract, and lost most of my money.

I dreaded starting all over with another printer but I was fortunate enough to find an excellent company in 1106 Design, in Arizona. Almost the first thing I was told was that my cover, which I had commission a friend to paint, would not be suitable. They directed me to Shutterstock to select photographs that appealed to me as most covers are designed in this way. They worked with me until I was happy with the new cover, which I absolutely love, and lived up to their word that they would produce a book for me of which I would be proud. And I couldn't be happier! Moral of this story: Be very careful whom you entrust to turn your manuscript into your treasured book. My first attempt was a nightmare. My second, a pleasure.

About the Author:

Elizabeth Bourne left England as a young woman and now divides her time between California and Canada. Travel is still an important priority but she also enjoys participating in family life with her two daughters and her grandchildren. The seed to write was planted many years ago but it was not until recently, when Bourne had the uninterrupted time to devote to it, that she decided to fulfill her long-time ambition to be a writer.  A Fickle Wind is her debut novel.