I Wasn't Ready to DJ at the Singapore Grand Prix. I Did It Anyway.

Her palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy..

I’m standing on a stage in front of thousands of people at the Singapore Grand Prix, headphones on, my first track cued, and my brain is screaming:

What the actual fuck am I doing here???

The lights are blinding. The crowd is massive. And I can feel every single pair of eyes on me.

I’m not someone who usually shys away from the attention but this is A LOT.

My hands are sweating on the decks and I’m trying to remember how to breathe like a normal human being.

Then I spot him. My darling hubby, right there in front of the stage, smiling at me like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

And something shifts. Not into confidence (let’s be real), but into action.

The first track drops. People move. OK I remember I actually know how to do this.

(If you’re curious, I started the set with ​Are They Real by Groove P​ ;))

Here’s the thing you need to know about me and music: it’s not just a hobby. It’s how I breathe.

Music is my meditation. When I’m behind the decks, everything else falls away.

There’s no overthinking, no anxiety spiral, just pure flow state.

Sharing music with people? That’s my love language. It’s how I connect, how I give, how I say things I don’t have words for.

And making music (still learning, always learning) is where my creativity lives.

So when I talk about DJing the Singapore GP, I’m not just talking about playing some tunes at a cool event.

I’m talking about doing the thing that makes me feel most alive, most myself, on one of the biggest stages I’ve ever stood on.

Vibing to my own tunes :)

How I got here (spoiler: I just asked!)

Here’s the thing about opportunities. We spend so much time waiting for them to find us, to tap us on the shoulder, to arrive when we’re finally “ready” for them.

A year ago, I did something that felt slightly unhinged at the time. I found the Singapore GP entertainment team’s email address and sent them a message.

Basically: “Hi, I’m a DJ based in Singapore. I love the grand prix weekend every year. Can I play at your event?”

That’s it. No fancy pitch. No industry connections. Just an email and a little bit of sass.

They said yes.

So last year, I played my first GP.

And this year? They invited me back. But this time bigger stages. The Paddock Club (which is as glam and exclusive as it sounds). Three to four sets a day across three days of racing.

The Paddock Club felt surreal in its own way, all elegance and high-rollers, but it was intimate. Classy. Controlled. I could handle that.

The main stage though? That was different. That was standing in front of thousands of people who frankly didn’t come to see me.

I was feeling the whole weight of it and thinking: I really hope I don’t fuck this up.

Ready isn’t a feeling, it’s a decision

Can I tell you something I’ve learned?

If I’d waited to “feel ready” to send that email, I never would have sent it.

If I’d waited until I felt confident enough to play that main stage, I’d still be waiting.

We think readiness is supposed to feel like certainty. Like calm. Like knowing exactly what we’re doing.

But that’s not how it works. Not for me anyway.

Readiness doesn’t arrive as a feeling. It arrives as a decision.

I decided I was ready when I hit send on that email, even though my stomach was in knots.

I decided I was ready when I walked onto that stage, even though my hands were shaking.

And here’s the wild part: by the time I actually felt ready (somewhere around the second track of my set), it didn’t matter anymore. I was already doing it.

The voice in your head that says “not yet, not ready, not qualified enough”?

It’s trying to protect you. But it’s also trying to keep you exactly where you are.

And where you are might be safe, but it’s not where growth happens.

The 3 Zones (and why the middle one matters most)

There’s this framework I love about comfort zones.

Your comfort zone is where everything feels familiar. For me, that’s smaller gigs, coaching clients, things I’ve done a hundred times before. There’s nothing wrong with the comfort zone (it’s where rest lives), but it’s not where transformation happens.

Then on the opposite side of comfort there’s the danger zone (cue Top Gun soundtrack).

That’s the place where the risk genuinely outweighs the reward.

If I’d never DJ’d before and someone had asked me to headline a festival for 50,000 people, that would be major danger zone territory. Too far, too fast, too likely to end in disaster.

But between those two? That’s the growth zone. And that’s where the magic is.

The growth zone is uncomfortable but not unsafe. It’s challenging but not completely beyond you.

It’s that sweet spot where you’re stretching, learning, adapting, becoming someone slightly different than who you were yesterday.

The main stage at the GP was squarely in my growth zone.

Was I nervous? Absolutely. Was I out of my depth? Not quite.

I had the skills. I had some experience. What I didn’t have was certainty. And that’s the whole point.

Here’s how you know something is growth zone rather than danger zone: there’s fear, but there’s also a thread of excitement underneath it.

There’s doubt, but you can also imagine yourself doing it. It feels risky, but not reckless.

You might fail, but it won’t destroy you.

What I learned standing on that stage

The first thing I learned? Action creates clarity faster than thinking ever will.

I was super nervous the whole of last week, but I spent way more energy worrying about how I’d feel on that stage than I actually spent being nervous once I was on it.

The anticipation was worse than the reality. Always is.

The second thing? It felt incredibly important and also like it didn’t matter at all.

Wild paradox, right? Important because it mattered to me, because I cared, because I wanted to do well.

But also... no one was going to have a terrible GP experience because I had a dodgy 45-minute set.

The world would keep spinning. The cars would keep racing. Life would go on. That realisation was oddly freeing.

When we’re in our heads about taking action, we catastrophise. We make everything life or death.

But most things we’re afraid of? They’re not actually that high stakes. And understanding that makes it easier to take the leap.

The third thing? The comfort zone isn’t actually comfortable. It just feels familiar.

And familiarity tricks us into thinking we’re content when really, we’re just stuck.

Every time I’ve pushed past that invisible boundary (the one that says “this is where you belong, don’t go further!”) I’ve always wondered afterwards why I waited so long.

If you don’t ask, you don’t get

I’m not going to lie to you and say I felt like a natural sending that first email to the GP team.

I felt presumptuous. Like, who was I to think they’d even want me?

But here’s what I’ve learned over and over again: the worst thing that happens when you ask is they say no.

And you know what? You can handle that.

Most of us don’t put ourselves out there because we’re scared of rejection.

But rejection just means you’re exactly where you were before you asked. It doesn’t take anything away from you. It’s neutral.

But saying yes? That changes everything.

So here’s my question for you: what’s the thing you’ve been waiting to feel ready for? What’s the email you haven’t sent? What’s the opportunity you’ve been too scared to ask about? What’s sitting right there in your growth zone, waiting for you to make a decision instead of waiting for a feeling?

Because ready isn’t coming. Ready isn’t a destination. Ready is the moment you decide to do it anyway.

Let’s gooooooooo

Noemie x

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