Stage fright.

Jesus. We're ill. Not something we can just pull ourselves out of either.

What terrible timing. Musicians have such dreadful reputations for unreliability - it's death not to show to a gig, our first gig. Dammit. They won't make the offer again. I hope we get well tomorrow. Our darling is off celebrating, the angel, we're home alone.

I hope we get better tomorrow. I won't cancel. I'll just see how I am tomorrow.

Damn it. It must be food poisoning. It has all the symptoms of it.