I played another open mic last Friday night. It was pretty good.
Open mics are terrifying experiences for me. I am fraught with worry. Did I practice enough? Will I forget what I’m doing once I’m up there in front of everyone? What if someone picks the exact same song as me? Do I just not have the chops to perform live? Is my hair okay? What if I break a string?
In addition, I am gripped by the most harrowing feelings in the pit of my stomach.
Nerves.
So when I started into the first chords of my performance, what I specifically did not worry about was a certifiably crazy woman making her way into the performance area, precariously sloshing a cup of tea, standing in front of me, and starting to sing a different song.
Naturally, this is exactly what happened. Continue reading