The apparent and painful insignificance of the part took fear away from her.

She felt that she was so obscure it did not matter.

Fortunately, she did not have to wear tights.

A group of twelve were assigned pretty golden-hued skirts which came only to a line about an inch above the knee.

Carrie happened to be one of the twelve.
In standing about the stage, marching, and occasionally lifting up her voice in the general chorus, she had a chance to observe the audience and to see the inauguration of a great hit.