No Matter How Many Times...

No matter how many times a friend would tell me before I step out of the hotel door I will feel the bit of panic in my stomach with the first person who sees me in my newest cosplay. Hell, even if I've worn it before, I promise, I'll still feel the panic and it won't die down until some stranger smiles at me and recognizes who I am. Then I'll relax and at that point it won't matter if no one else knows who I am or if they give me shit for my portrayal. After that first person I am invincible and nothing can touch me.