Kind of a long story, but many years ago, I played bass in a Rock n Roll band (mid-60's) I was about 15 years old, fresh from the backwoods of northern Ontario, and playing my first paid gig. Just before our first break, I did my first solo singing, a song called "Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying", a real torcher.
We did it acoustictly, no amps, just a guitar, acoustic bass and tamla/bongos. A nice arrangement. The audience consisted of nursing school graduates, celebrating their completion of training, about 150 nurses.
So, there I was, under a blue spot, emoting like mad with the song. When it ended, we bowed and got some great applause, but mixed with the applause, there were little plastic thingies pelting the stage. I looked back to see our drummer on his hands and knees, scooping up the plastic and filling his shirt pockets.
I turned to the lead guiarist, and asked why they were pelting the stage. I was told that I would find out during the break. The little plastic thingies were room keys, and I didn't get it at all. When it was explained to me, I was mortified; after the break we were to perform "Yesterday", same set up. I was unable to make eye contact with the audience, and was really embarrassed at the "attention". I was truly a babe in the woods.
Two years and about 1000 gigs later, I had lost my "shyness".
I can still remember my flushed cheeks that night, though.
Hank's prosepctive gutiar player said: "Mr Williams, I'm not sure I can play for you, the onliest chords I know are C D & G"
Hank repleis, after a short pause: "Well, what else is there?"