“Much. Even if you don’t feel it, pretending you are confident will carry you a long way. It’s just acting. You’ve done acting before, right?”
“Really Summer?” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “I am not an actor. Art is not acting. Art is expressing.”
She blinked at him, taken aback by his vehemence. “I said not a word about art. That’s a whole separate thing. Are you going to /express/ confidence, or not?”