And this is why you rehearse before doing performances. So that your body and vocals do the thing you got them in the habit of doing while your mind freezes up! ^_^
Pretty sure my first solo speech coincided with the day I reached puberty. I was so glad I had a podium to stand behind, because my trousers were entirely too tight.
Actually, Baron M. in this body did do something biologically impossible on Miss Whimsey’s desk. So maybe with Aimee, her new robo-kidneys may be putting some pressure on her.
“You heard him, folks!”
“If Baron Von Mistycorn says it, them’s the rules!”
“Race ya to the nearest GameStop!”
“NO FAIR!! THE MIKE HAS NO MEANS OF LOCOMOTION!!”
“I’m gonna get there first!”
“I can almost TASTE that virtual world!”
*meanwhile, at the nearest Gamestop*
“Man, I hate how slow it is today.”
“Hey, did you hear the rumor Nintendo was remaking the R.O.B.? I’d sure like to see a shipment of those come through here…”
*robot stampede gradually becoming visible through plate glass window*
I hope this isn’t going to be one of those “everyone can grow to be good at something if you force them to do it enough” stories. Most people break down and develop new neuroses when repeatedly forced to do something they don’t want to.
And this is why you rehearse before doing performances. So that your body and vocals do the thing you got them in the habit of doing while your mind freezes up! ^_^
“vocals” = “vocal cords”.
Avoiding gaffes like this in your performance is another good reason for rehearsing first. ^_~
She suddenly realizes she’s making a speech. To a large crowd. In the nude.
Nude? She’s wearing a unicorn.
Sure, and you’re wearing a meat-suit.
(I’m on to you, _Martian_.)
It might help if she tries to calm herself by trying to picture all of them in the nude as well. Since technically they are. ^_^
The robot throng have been literally dying to see her. Anything she says will be cheered.
Pretty sure my first solo speech coincided with the day I reached puberty. I was so glad I had a podium to stand behind, because my trousers were entirely too tight.
Social Anxiety: The True Terror
This is why she has an entourage – to hunt her down and force her to go on stage. Saves a lot of time.
I was about to ask how she knows about Gamestops and Restrooms, then I remembered she’s Nick
Probably Aimee has never used a restroom. Did they have them in Virtual Whimsey World?
Actually, Baron M. in this body did do something biologically impossible on Miss Whimsey’s desk. So maybe with Aimee, her new robo-kidneys may be putting some pressure on her.
“You heard him, folks!”
“If Baron Von Mistycorn says it, them’s the rules!”
“Race ya to the nearest GameStop!”
“NO FAIR!! THE MIKE HAS NO MEANS OF LOCOMOTION!!”
“I’m gonna get there first!”
“I can almost TASTE that virtual world!”
*meanwhile, at the nearest Gamestop*
“Man, I hate how slow it is today.”
“Hey, did you hear the rumor Nintendo was remaking the R.O.B.? I’d sure like to see a shipment of those come through here…”
*robot stampede gradually becoming visible through plate glass window*
+1
+1 again.
So hard to find *just* the right words.
I hope this isn’t going to be one of those “everyone can grow to be good at something if you force them to do it enough” stories. Most people break down and develop new neuroses when repeatedly forced to do something they don’t want to.