[ It’s different, with him. He’s never had a problem with stage fright; never had a reason to have it. All he’s ever had to do is show up and look pretty, and walk a certain way (which they practiced endlessly—lights, camera angles, the sway in his hips, the swinging of his arms—it was all very mind-numbing).

Piper... Well. He can’t deny she has valid reasons for freaking out right now.

He shakes his head firmly, however, putting a finger over her lips to shush her, and whatever plans she had for finishing that sentence.

“I—“ ]

No, you’re not. You’ve got this. No way I’d let you be here if you didn’t.

You just have to... um...

[ He scratches at the back of his neck as he looks back at the monitors. They really are kind of menacing. ]

Maybe you could... pretend like we’re somewhere else.