[voiceover] Have you ever had the starring role on a play? The solo in a recital? All eyes on you, waiting for you to do what they came to see. Feeling the incredible pressure to perform. There was a time when they used to call operating rooms an operating theater. It still feels like one. Scores of people get ready for the show. The sets are arranged, there are costumes, masks, props, everything has to be rehearsed, choreographed, all leading to the moment when the curtain goes up. You know what they say about Carnegie Hall, there's only one way to get there...
[Jackson, Alex, Cristina and April are in the gallery watching Derek and the others separate the conjoined twins when Meredith walks in carrying Zola.]
Bailey spent the last two hours telling me how crappy my life is, but look at this face. Oh, Zola, look. [points at Derek] There's your daddy. He's about to repair a myelomeningocele. [coos to Zola] Can you say myelomeningocele?
Oh, it was fine. Actually, no line at all. I was able to get my sandwich, find my daughter, see my husband, go watch the groundbreaking surgery that's going on right next door. And still get back in time to do my work.
[to Ben] I had a husband and a baby and I was a surgeon. I had it all. And then it all turned bad. So I got divorced. And then I got back on my feet. I found you. And then there was a shooting. So now I am finally back on my feet again and I have you again. I just don't want it to blow up.
[voiceover] If only life was just a dress rehearsal and we had time to do-overs. We'd be able to practice and practice every moment until we got it right. Unfortunately everyday of our lives is its own performace. It seems like even when we get the chance to rehearse, and prepare, and practice... We've still not quite ready for life's grand moments.
