How it 'becomes real'

Asked directly. Asked "when does the don't panic festival feel real to us," one participant answers it would "feel really real" with "a number of signed up" people "definitely going to take part on that day," naming "42 different countries organizing a meal even if it's just in a flat" as an "okay" threshold, then escalating: it "would need to be more than that," requiring "some sort of set of metrics" plus "six interesting like mini festivals" (Mumbai, Finsbury Park, Barcelona), the EthMumbai "main stage" feature, and being "on the radio session" - "then it would feel real to me."

Texture from elsewhere. The felt-realness is concrete and threshold-counted, not generic hope: hosts proud and "humorous" about having attended, the secondhand "didn't you see don't panic festival happened on the weekend." Against that, the honest small ending undercuts the glow: it is "midnight," the work is unfinished, material is still owed to Henry and the report to Robbie, and someone is "going to go to bed." The closing line lands the whole feeling: "it'll be all right on the night is quite don't panic."

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