But the minute I hit the stage, the nerves went away. There wasn't really a lot of time for worrying about whether I should have worn flesh-tone fishnets (which aren't my flesh's tone, anyway) or freaking out about losing a pasty once I was standing there in front of all those people staring at me. Three cheers for adrenaline.
And I did get to see the tail-end of
Thanks for everyone who made it out. For those who missed it, I'll be performing it again this Friday, in context, at Hubba Hubba Revue: Jolly Olde England.
In the meantime, I continue the hunt for a job. Let me know if you've heard of anything.