"I don't see how someone could do this and not panic." She insisted, a hand buried in her hair as she anxiously paced. She was trying to work up the courage to practice her Peace Day performance in front of you, but after near half an hour she'd worked herself into a frenzy and, stopping raising the mic to her mouth and then lowering it while resuming her pacing. She rambled about how the soldiers might not like her or getting out of tempo with Miller's guitar "I'll screw everything up!"