A Roll In the Pegs

Nerves. Either they are things of steel, or weak, watery things. Mine were running toward the latter and I stood in the hallway with the bucket, feeling just a little nervous. I licked my lips, trying to summon the mental courage to get on with it, but the thumping metal bass of the music and the underlying roar of people talking were like an imposing wall. How could I possible walk in there;