“Your bladder is lying to you!” I hiss to myself, between iron-clamped teeth. “You do not need to pee again.”
And yet, I’m gonna go and try to squeeze out another drop anyway because what if it’s not lying, and I pee myself right there on the stage?
It is not that kind of show.
I’m about to go onstage and perform the trapeze routine I’ve created to Fleetwood Mac’s Tango in the Night...