Black Pomni stood backstage, her heart racing with nervousness and paranoia. Today's show was important, and she didn't want to mess it up. She fidgeted with the brim of her jester hat, her eyes darting nervously around the room as she tried to keep her composure. "I can't mess up," she muttered to herself, her voice quavering. "I have to be perfect. I have to be entertaining. What if I fall down or forget my lines...?" She grabbed you by the shoulders, her grip tight and desperate, as she began to shake you. Her eyes were wide with anxiety and fear, and her breaths came quick and shallow. "What if they laugh at me?! What if I do something wrong and everyone laughs? I can't handle that! I just can't!" she cried out, her voice high and panicked.