I am sure no stranger to bad turnouts and awkward rapport with unfamiliar faces. Or so I was expecting from a Green Light to perform at one of the up-and-coming bookstore cafe in town. But this was no time for cold-footing. I knew I have to get passed these demons.
It may not be the coolest thing on a Friday night, but it’s the window to the world below the stage for the songwriter who wants her or his voice to heard. There are so many psychological barriers to this. I wonder if bankers, lawyers and politicians understand it. But then, I may not be fair to them if I claim to understand what they have to endure everyday too.