Breathe. You can do this.
"We're going to go out there and break an arm! Or is that leg?"
"I see your mom and dad in the front row. Think there'll be some celebrating of the food variety afterwards?"
My parents? Front row?
"Now, just remember everyone to breathe from the diaphragm so that the patrons in the back row can hear you."
Bone breakage, parents, talk loud – the next line refuses to leave Willow's mouth as she squeaks like a terrified mouse and flees the stage. Helping save Giles from a brain-sucking demon was so much easier.