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I was walking back into the arena-seating-outdoor-venue-recreational-center thing, and this really cute girl in fashionable sunglasses and a cut up As I Lay Dying shirt said, "Good show."
God, she was so cute.
I replied, "Thank you."
I was shaking badly before, while, and afterwards. I don't think I have that certain stage presence that most singers have. I have this quiet rambling thing that I do inbetween songs. I say hi to people in the audience.
Lyrics were forgotten. The sound was not great, considering Billy was almost muted (fucking sound guy in the stained green shirt) and the keyboards didn't work. Timing was off.
People were screaming, "I love Steve!"
I broke a string. And someone screamed, "It's because you rock so hard!"
All in all, it was an all right show. Ryan was right when he said we needed to practice some more. Our first show with our nervous gestures and complete ignorance to what people might say. Most of them said, "You guys did good." Which means absolutely nothing.
More shows soon. A demo CD in the works.
After we played I felt completely alone and drained and sick of all the people around me, patting me on the back and telling me it was a good show. I wanted to drive for a long time. I wanted to vomit. I don't know what it was that made me feel this way.
God, she was so cute.
I replied, "Thank you."
I was shaking badly before, while, and afterwards. I don't think I have that certain stage presence that most singers have. I have this quiet rambling thing that I do inbetween songs. I say hi to people in the audience.
Lyrics were forgotten. The sound was not great, considering Billy was almost muted (fucking sound guy in the stained green shirt) and the keyboards didn't work. Timing was off.
People were screaming, "I love Steve!"
I broke a string. And someone screamed, "It's because you rock so hard!"
All in all, it was an all right show. Ryan was right when he said we needed to practice some more. Our first show with our nervous gestures and complete ignorance to what people might say. Most of them said, "You guys did good." Which means absolutely nothing.
More shows soon. A demo CD in the works.
After we played I felt completely alone and drained and sick of all the people around me, patting me on the back and telling me it was a good show. I wanted to drive for a long time. I wanted to vomit. I don't know what it was that made me feel this way.