Friday, August 21, 2009

Terror

So tonight I go and sing at a wake. A biker wake, but a wake nonetheless.

Sweaty palms, goosebumps, the shakes, rapid heart rate, and utter conviction that I'm gonna blow it big time.

Good god. What is wrong with me? Why did I agree to this?

Fuck.

4 comments:

Donna said...

Biker wakes are the BEST! I'll bet you do just dandy.

So will you let us know what you sang?

The Guy Who Writes This said...

Yeah I'm curious what you sang, too.

Kim said...

Did you survive stage fright? Im sure it was beautiful what ever you sang

Mizz MC said...

Ha! We did well. The bar just changed hands and the new owner had no intention of having live music in the new regime; after our set he told us he wanted us back at any price. :D

Our set list is very funny to me, since it contains every song I ever dialed away from on the radio (bar one or two): Hold On Loosely; Highway to Hell; Wanted Dead Or Alive; Dirty White Boy; Run to You; Hard to Handle; and it goes on and on. :)