3am, mind buzzing.  4am, ditto.  5am, give in.  Tea, internet.

Had to get up early anyway, I suppose, need to see solicitor at sparrowfart, before going off to rehearsal.

Rehearsal.  That's the thing yes.  Head full of new stuff, new people, new doubts.  The old, old, creeping fear of not being up to the job; the "am I doing enough?", "am I doing too much?", "have I got a clue?"

Ridiculous.  Be yourself, John.  Do what you do.