Somehow credibility comes into play if you do things that are too familiar.
He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.
I want to work and be happy.
Love will wash you clean in the nights disgrace.
I always felt like my future was at stake every time I stepped on stage and that was kind of hair-raising. At some point I just went, don't be frightened, you can't do anything wrong, it's your show.
Who can I turn to? Who can I trust?