Vicarious Discomfort.

You know, I always find it most uncomfortable to watch somebody playing a long solo on the flute. I keep needing to take deep breaths because I feel I’m short of oxygen. It was the same when I watched Harry Potter dive into the freezing pool – having had to break the ice first – to retrieve the sword of Gryffindor. I had to put an extra sweater on. I expect the psychologists have a name for it.