Here's a little secret about me: I get really nervous and embarrassed for other people who are the spotlight in public situations where I'm present. More specifically, when they're singing.
The worst is sitting in church watching someone sing a solo -- my palms all clammy and goosebumps on my arms (note: it doesn't matter if they're doing a fantastic job). The husband and I have instituted a little game we play in such situations... we hold hands, and each time the pitch or something is off, we squeeze hands. The worse it is, the harder we squeeze. It makes the whole thing slightly more bearable.
So anyway, I've had to get used to watching Clint perform so much lately. Last night they played at 12 West Main (great space) and I realized that I actually really really enjoy watching him sing and perform.
Makes me love him more, if that's even possible.
And maybe it also helps that my name finally made it into a song (Angela in 1906).