One day while rehearsing a ballad, Mr. Important counted the song off and from the first note the whole thing seemed to go in the wrong direction. The drummer was doing his thang, Mr. Important was on key board going south and the bass player seemed to be into a groove totally unrelated to the song we were playing. The oddest thing was, no one stopped or even acted as if anything was wrong. Everything screamed for me to stop but the guys who were showing signs of having gone temporarily tone deaf with absolutely no sense of musicality just kept going. They looked so pleased with themselves...what was a girl to do but sing.
At the time I was dating a guy who had his own band. I'd gone to see them play on several occasion's and found them...well...amusing. He could sing but wasn't the best. Their sound was a bit old style to me but you know, he was cute and passionate about his music so I told him I liked the band. It was the right thing to do. He knew I was a vocalist/dancer/actress and had never seen me perform in any way except on a crowded dance floor having fun. I felt really strongly that it was time for him to see me shine and persuaded him to come see my band.
The day of the gig was a little hectic. As usual I had far too much on my plate; an early morning dance rehearsal and then a run home to shower and change before making it to the park an hour before our performance. As soon as I saw the stage I was beside myself. The stage was small...really small. They had overbooked performers in case there were no shows but as it turned out EVERYONE and their mothers showed up. Musicians were expected to use whatever drums were there and only a few minutes were allowed in between the switch of groups.
After waiting entirely too long in the hot sun for our shot to play we were told we would have less time than thought. We jumped up on that stage and within five minutes were ready to go. The first number could have been better but we wrote it off to having to wait so long in the heat, wiped the sweat from our brow and counted out the next tune after which we felt perty good. Time only allowed for four numbers so after the third Mr. Important thought it was time we shared our beautiful mistake, called out the song and before anyone could suggest otherwise, boom....we were into the first couple of bars. Difference was, we sucked this time through! SU..UH..KED!! The weird rhythms that sounded so cool the first time were just not working. It was pure pandemonium. Nothing we could have done would have made it good, or worse for that matter. It was so bad I thought I would throw up. I sang, I'm sure of it because I remember the sound of panic in my voice. I considered fainting onto the grassy area just to get me off that stage and provide the perfect excuse for why we sounded so bad but because the space was so tight I would have just landed on the instrument in front of me leaving me with my panties out there for everyone to see.
Needless to say, compliments from my crush were few and forced and though we dated for a while, it didn't work out. I was actually less crushed about having to break it off with my 'crush' than I was for the fact that he never really got to see me perform under 'normal' circumstances. Ahhhh, his loss. This story is my side, I've often wondered how his side would sound. My guess is, better I never find out.