Wow, Gusto is a great guy. What do you mean you've never met him? Oh man, he's the best; gregarious, confident, nothing phases Gusto.
Gusto always looks at the upside of any predicament, never wavering in his focus to brighten up any situation. He's the master of his own destiny, king of confidence, duke of daring deeds, chancellor of cheer....you know what I mean, you get the idea.
Faced with a crowd of people, all staring at him, waiting anxiously for him to begin, he strides out before them like a demi-god, an unswervingly confident, lucky sod.
No hat too silly, no shirt too garish, always smiling, always swish. He dons his curly wigs with flair, he doesn't care about his hair.
You may know Gusto has a twin, though no one likes to mention him.
Oh dear, here comes Meeker now, come on Meeker take a bow.
He shuffles up to the plate, makes excuses why he's late.
Mumbles his lines, drops his script, over his laces he has tripped.
Getting up, he bangs his head, apologises, face turns red.
Stumbling back onto the stage, “what's my line?”, “where's my page?”
He clears his throat, he sounds quite hoarse, he's lost his audience now, of course.
Oh dear, why? Where did they go?
They've wandered off to see Gusto.
-Trevor Young, Tapocketa
We realised we needed Gusto for all our public appearance, and did our best to lose Meeker along the way. Worrying about making mistakes, we found, is more disabling than the mistakes themselves. Throwing yourself into your performance with gusto takes people along with you.
The odd mistake is all part of the show when done with flair of the Great Gusto.