The night out with Mammy proved productive 🙂 “Wanna sing a song?” says he. After establishing what he had said (I’m ridiculously deaf given my youth) I agreed (the performer in me always nagging to get out.)
So what does one in such youth perform to the discerning audience of Clohessy’s? Duffy? Britney? Oh no, naive minded readers. For one’s debut, one must whip out the songs of one’s youth. Yes, it is of course, Mary Black.
Things I could’ve improved on: coughing, making eye contact, looking at words… Buuuuuuuuuuuut a little rehearsal and song choice should fix that right up. Now all I need is an agent.
Business card anyone? =P