At a recent show, I sang “Stop the World”-- by Maxwell. I heard this girl in the front row. The loudest girl in there. Every time I hit a run-- a series of notes going up and down--she yelled, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, girl, he doesn’t even know.”
It wasn’t always like this for me. Just a few years ago, I’d sing as loud as I wanted in the shower, as long as no one was watching. But I was terrified to take the spotlight. The truth is, I was scared to even talk to people. Completely scared of girls. Just living in this intensely awkward shell.
I slowly worked up my nerve by attending open mics. I started performing poetry. Then rap. And one day, a full on love song:
This is for those that bleed
That want, but have no need