Do one thing every day that scares you. -Eleanor Roosevelt

Ohmighod. Okay.

No, not okay.

Can someone please explain to me why one song on live national television freaks me out worse than a night's gig in a full-packed club? One song. One. And it's a song I could do in my sleep.

Okay. Ignore the cameras. Ignore the fact that Breaker Street and I will be playing to a Times Square crowd on Good Morning frickin' America and getting beamed into the nation's homes. It's just one song to a larger-than-average audience. In Times Square. This Friday. ON TV.

Ohmighod.

Okay, breathe, Sascha. Remember to breathe. And again. Good.

Fuck, I've been trained for this. Juilliard trained, I can work through this. I refuse to succumb to goddamn stage fright, for God's sake. No, this doesn't even rank as stage fright. It's ... jitters. Just pre-performance jitters.

Besides, all those cameras? Will be trained on Rory, so they don't even count. And Junie and Nil, some. The rest of us will be lucky to get three seconds on screen, so why stress? Right? Right.

Ohmighod. I think I need a paper bag.

No, scratch that, I need to confab with Junie on what we're going to wear.


Sascha Brockmann
Original Character
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