Saturday I went to an open mic at 2:30 in the afternoon. The time was the least of the strange occurrences of the day. There were numerous great performers, a few not so great performers, and many, many entertaining acts. There were songs about Super 8 Motels, mothers believing their sons not to be crazy (my personal favorite) and one precious theme song written for an as-of-yet not produced zombie musical.
Needless-to-say I felt my performance was entirely normal and completely uneventful in comparison. Except for the fact that now I have broken the ice. That, I suppose is eventful for me, though the people there might not have known it (barring my three superbly wonderful supporters) I knew it for sure, and that made me very nervous.
I’ve not been nervous about performing since my high school talent show sophomore year (or was it junior year?) when I performed in front of a large group for the first time. I was nervous this past Saturday because I am terrified of the fact that I am starting over. This new city makes me look at my music in a whole new light, it’s a whole different ballgame and I’m not sure how to play.
