The act had been going along swimmingly, to pardon the pun. His heart rate was steady, he was feeling calm and confident, ready to perform. There was no sense of panic. He had this. It was going to wow the socks off of them-
And then the strangest thing. He was far too dry, and the right way up, and looking at the chamber from the outside. With him inside it.
What was happening? Was he having an out of body experience? Oh, God, maybe he was dying- or more likely the lack of oxygen to his brain was about to make him pass out. No. No- stay focused-
He reached out and touched the glass in front of him, and his hand wasn't his own hand, it was a ladies hand. He frowned, in confusion, and banged on the glass to focus the attention of- himself?