Firsts and "good luck next time"s

The first public performance with L has been spent wonderfully. The mics were too quiet, the speakers were bad, guitar plugged to the mixer is not what I want to do often, but, fuck it, I love playing live. L seemed satisfied as well. She said some people came from the other room to see us, and, later, when I complimented a girls looks, L cried out that "she was the one!" Oh yes, I don't need no groupies or numbers, it's enough that pretty girls come listen to me.

The Canadian host was great as well! Miraculously, I picked Feist's song to play a few days earlier, so he liked that too. My blues song sounded the best for me, though, while Medicine Man was hard to comprehend due to my microphone falling away.

While trying to delete a letter, I pressed a key combination that just completely broke the layout for Chrome, and I can't seem to fix it, whoops.

And, finally, all results for news.err.ee flash fiction contest are in, and I'm not in the top 5. While my hopes were sky-high, the fact they published it is putting a stop to my worries. Winning the 200 euros was the most important part, and that's just money. As for the story, it's stupid. I wrote to fill the guidelines and that never works. There are always next times.

I don't have pictures, so this will do.