First paid gig last night
Had my first paid gig last night - up until now I've just done discos for free for my local amateur dramatics group, who contributed towards my equipment. This was a birthday party in a small function room in a WMC-style club. There were only 30 or 40 guests in attendance, and I was playing alongside the birthday girl's dad, who is a professional singer and we alternated sets.
It was a largely young crowd, with babies and young children present too, but they had asked for a broad range of music so that's what I gave them. Some 60s, some Motown, some 80s, but every time I went into those sets, after a few songs I got asked to change the music to 'something from 2011,' which I did with no problem at all. The dance floor was busy, especially after about 10pm, but when I say 'busy' I mean about 20 people as it was so tiny! :) Many times I got a cheer when I put a new song on, and one of the kids high-fived me when I put Lady Gaga on!
After about 11:30pm, though, it started to get a bit dodgy. Most of the families had gone home, leaving only the birthday girl and a few others left, and they were drunk. Her boyfriend, a real rough type who looked as if he would sooner deck you than give you the time of day, came up, asked me to play American Pie and wanted to sing along to it. He was a bit intimidating so I let him after clearing it with the birthday girl, but after he had sung it he wanted to sing another, but his girlfriend wrenched the microphone off him, gave it back to me and told me to hide it. I did, but he came round to my side looking for it, saying he had paid me for the disco and he should be able to sing if he wanted.
I stood my ground, saying he had paid for a disco not karaoke, and his missus didn't want him to sing and that was that. The birthday girl's parents intervened and told him to leave it and he went and sat down until I put on Mr Brightside and he pranced around like a loon on the dancefloor.
All ended well and the birthday girl hugged me and said I had made her birthday extra special, and I gave a business card to her dad and the club's social secretary, who both said they were pleased with my work and her dad would like to work with me again. But that's the last time I let any drunken skinheads sing!
Next weekend I've got another birthday party where all the guests are women, in a sleepy village hall. Hopefully there won't be any trouble there!