So I was terrified. I thought I stank up the place pretty bad; I was so scared I was literally barely able to hold onto my pick; between that and the brain lockup that kind of stopped one song for what felt like EIGHT YEARS but was apparently a good bit less in real life, I thought it was pretty much as bad as it could be without SONG FAILED graphics popping up in front of my face. However, the audience felt somewhat differently; they were tolerant of the screw-up they couldn't ignore (the halting problem in the third verse of Stars), missed ones completely that I didn't think they could ignore (the pick problem in the bridge leading to really weird level changes as the pick ROTATED IN MY HAND UNCONTROLLABLY), and the pitch problems were apparently mostly in my head.
I did have the undivided attention of the audience, which is good, if, again, terrifying. (I'd been watching and the two previous performers didn't really have that.) Said crowd was kinda weirdly divided between about 60% high-school or college (at least a lot were high school, from conversation) and 40% people significantly older than me. There were about 25 people there when I did my bit just before 10pm. The seven people who talked to me after were all from the high-school/college crowd. The older crowd wasn't at all interested in talking to me, including the guy who ran the event, but he also didn't tell me not to come back, so I guess that's something.
Anyway, from them, I got some comments:
It was noted that my singing voice is weird. One person also used the word "beautiful" while noting it was strange, not like she'd ever heard before.
Everyone thought the mandolin work was good and thought they hadn't heard things like that before. "Highly individual" came up as a descriptor. I've got the "not like you" thing down, go fig.
I'm bad at interacting with dynamic microphones; I'll need a lot more practice at that. No monitor speakers makes this difficult. What I'd like is one of those wireless headsets, but, well, money.
I thought I was all over the place pitch-wise but other musicians (specifically a previous performer) said no. So my pitch control when terrified is better than I think it is. My tonal control is probably worse than I'd hoped.
Still being spastic from hyper-crazy levels of energy 20 minutes after is pretty normal. (I was srsly still sweating and was all AGH AGH AGH AGH AGH.)
I should come back next month.
And now I've come down from the show and my energy levels have fallen off a cliff all at once and I need to go to bed before I die.