crying drunk annie and a monkey-sized accordian
So my band did our first show on Saturday. The place was packed. We were really nervous (and had been since we'd gotten together early that morning) that we would completely fuck the show up. Considering we had added a brand new song to the set and only had 20 minutes to learn it I think we had valid reasons to be scared. But we didn't fuck up. Not once. In fact, I think it is safe to say that we fucking rocked. Cassie (my geetar player) had been begging me since 12 o'clock that afternoon to end the set with me playing guitar and singing "Doll Parts." Since the whole thing went so well and since Cassie wanted me to, I did. But everyone looked at me kinda funny when I got up and grabbed a guitar. They all had this weird "I can't believe the girl that hits things with sticks is getting up to play the stringy paddle thing" look on their faces. When the show was over and I got off stage the first thing I did was go up to my mom. Before I could say anything she said, "You should wear more makeup and you should wear your beanie. It's really punk rock, I can't believe you didn't wear it." After she said that she walked away. I realized after several hours of uncontrollable sobbing and a night full of drinking I realized that I'm going to have to stop caring about what my mom thinks. But the awesome thing is that when she realized my feelings were hurt she bought me a tiny monkey-sized accordian and that is the best gift a mom can give to her daughter. Now I'm off to play my tiny accordian and irritate people with it. hehe