Who Wants to be Part of the Worst Audience Ever?

So yesterday was my annual pilgrimmage to New York City to attend a taping of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire."  I was up at 3:30 a.m. so I could catch the 5:45 Acela train out of Providence.  New York was a fun time; I only got almost-hit by a taxicab twice.

The taping was fun, too, though I was part of the worst audience ever. We saw three episodes, over that time we were called on by a contenstant seven times.  Three of those seven times we got the answer wrong, including one time when 62% of us voted for the wrong answer.  It got so bad that, toward the end of the taping, on a question when 67% of us voted for an answer, the contestant actually went against us and picked an alternate choice -- so, of course, that time we were right.  Nothing's sadder than watching a "Millionaire" contestant who sabotaged herself make the sad walk off-stage.

Now I'm stressed, though.  When you go to a taping they give you test, and if you pass the test you're eligible to be a contestant.  I passed.  After the taping, I was interviewed by the show's staff, so my performance in that interview will be the key.  I was pretty zonked after being up for 12 hours and taking the train down to NYC, so I don't know how vibrant I sounded.

I'm also scared that, if I do go on the show, I'll get an easy answer wrong and embarass myself on national TV.  This absolutely terrifies me.