Well everyone, I am no longer a virgin. This past Saturday I had my first gig. We had the opening set for a show funded by Sweetwater called Big Kids Rock Night. The band I play bass for, The Late Arrivals, were the opening act. I did gain one valuable lesson from it. I had envisioned a lot of things that could go wrong; I flub some riffs, singer forgetting lyrics, me and the drummer not locking in, and so on. And every single one of the catastrophes I dreamed up, happened. All of them. But the thing I learned was that it wasn't a big deal. The singer missed his cue, we just drove around the corner and he jumped in on the second pass. I missed a riff and no one noticed. Me and my brother the drummer not synced in, took a few more passes and found the groove. Mistakes aren't the end of the world. I still don't have a real burning desire to play out, I look at it as a necessary evil to improve as a musician, but I know next time I will not be as nervous.
