Finally landed the full busking set without a single flub

Five years on the same corner and I still get the jitters before the first chord, but this morning I ran my whole set — the sad one, the angry one, the one about the dog — without one cracked note. People actually stopped. A kid dropped a coin and then just... stayed for the whole next song. That's the thing, you know? You practice alone at 7am with cold fingers and it's just you and the pigeons, and then someone crosses the street to listen and suddenly it's all worth it. Anyway, if you're in the square on Saturday, come say hi — I'm the one with the busted amp and the stupid grin.