It helps having someone call it out: he can concentrate more without having to look over. And he falls less.

He makes it to the end at last, albeit clumsily. He rolls over the edge of the stage to the floor and shuffles over to Nathaniel. "Holy fucking shit, what a train wreck," he says, grabbing up a Gatorade and mopping at his forehead. "I'm glad no one else was watching that."