Ever since childhood when I froze on my dialogue as a lamb in the church play, I have had performance anxiety. . “Baa, baa”… yes of course, now I remember but for the rest of my life audiences have horrified me. One night, after three margaritas at The La Posada Hotel in Winslow, Arizona, everything changed. I walked up to the piano and announced to the surprised guests that I would be performing. I sat down at the piano, summoned all my inner strength and proceeded to play John Cage’s 4’33.