He's not sure how he'll manage to stay standing through all of it - sheer stubbornness and training, mostly - but once the music dies down and some mingling starts happening on the piazza, it's easier to actually slip to the side and catch himself against a wall, to try and catch his breath.

he's not unfamiliar with what it is he is feeling, and more completely puzzled by how it happened here and now... and also how to get away from people and recover more or less gracefully.