When her band did a showcase gig, she was dressed to kill in a tight-fitting zip-up 1960s poncho, one of those ones with little peep-holes for the hands to poke through. At a dramatic point in the song, she had obviously planned to fling off the poncho for emphasis. Unfortunately, the zip stuck somewhere near the top, trapping her; she struggled and struggled, unable to reach the zip, her hands straining through the peep holes. She tried to smile at the audience, grimacing in pain instead. She entirely forget to sing the rest of the song, her arms poking and grappling about like two ferrets trapped in a sack, inside the poncho as she eventually tried to unzip it from within. At the end, a massive round of applause greeted her, and she realised the triumph of her performance.
She had to write up her show, and in wry Japanese fashion, she wrote: '... it was very embarrassing, but it was OK, because at the end, everybody was crapping'.