I don't suppose I told you guys that I actually sang for someone other than myself a few weeks ago.
I was at Deer Park, Big Chris was bartending, it was still daylight out (Sunday evening and I needed to wifi to get some things done and they have free wifi) and Chris could tell I was having a miserable day. After an hour or so, I was the only one left there and he says to me, "So how's things going with the home front?"
I just looked at him. He knew I wasn't going to answer that question. I'm a fairly private person, my personal stuff is my business was basically the look he got from me.
"You just need to relax and do things you like to do. That'll solve your problems for ya. Me, I just chill, hang out, you know. " You have to know Big Chris. He's about as harmful as your old stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with when you were little. He's just a big guy who likes to have fun and he cares alot about everyone he knows.
He left it at that when he realized that I wasn't going to carry on the conversation. I'm like that with most people I don't know all that well -I just don't talk with them and the only reason I didn't mind being the only person in that bar with him is because he's Triana's friend who she assured me was "Good people". So far, he's the only guy friend of hers that I would classify as "Good People".
Anyways, he stepped out from the bar and sat down at the piano. Chris is a big guy and his personality in no ways shows any sign of being inclined to play piano. He played Fur Elise. I had no idea the dude even knew what that song was.
I piped up then, "Chris I didn't know you could play"
"Awe now, I don't. Not really, this is about the only song I know to play on here." He stopped then and went back behind the bar. He then asks, "Do you play?"
"I play what comes to mind, I'm not very good at it. Here I'll show you what I mean." and I walked over to the piano and played whatever my hands decided. You see I can make up songs all day long on a piano- it sounds pretty decent too, but don't ask me to play it again because I play by ear- by whatever my head hears. I don't have a clue how to read notes or how to actually "play" the piano, I just know that it is soothing to play whatever comes to mind sometimes. I miss that. And I realized that as I played.
After I stopped, he said to me, "That was good, I thought you said you couldn't play? what else can you do."
"I used to sing for lots of people. When I was little I'd sing for crowds. Wasn't too bad at it. Got terrible stage fright now. Can't hardly sing in front of others much anymore because of it."
"Sing. I'll turn the mic on. There isn't no one here. Show me what you got."
So, in a crazy moment- I sang. I think the pissy mood I was in gave me just enough courage to do it. Like I was proving to myself that I still sounded good in the mic. So I sang. I sang Angel by Sarah Mclaghlan and a few others. I'm good at ballads, terrible at fast paced stuff. But when I was done, he just looked at me. "you're a bit rusty, the stage fright is definitely an issue I can tell. but one thing's for sure- you need to be out there singing again. You got a damn beautiful voice. Its countryish, and I don't listen to country- but you girl, you can sing."
Triana about had a heart attack when she showed up later and he told her I sang without drinking a drop of alcohol. Maybe I'm making progress on the bubble space issues.