So my wife and I went. People started to drift in, the guy who ran it (a harmonica player) was there, there were four guitarists, a keyboard player, a flutist and a bassist. Came the time to get started, but the fellow who'd led most of the songs the previous time hadn't made it yet; another leader had car problems, and the harp player said, "Anybody sing? Can lead?"
I'd had part of a stout ale, so I said, "Uh, well, um ... I can. I got one ..."
I hadn't planned to go first, but what the hell ...
So, I wrote the chords down on the white board, did a little intro, and rolled into it. I sang a couple of verses, played chords for everybody who wanted to take a solo, then did the last couple of verses, and tagged it.
It went well. I was inordinately pleased.
A guitarist got up, led another song, but the real singers hadn't made it yet.
Harp player said to me, "Got another one?"
"Well, I can do 'St. James Infirmary.' How would that be?"
It would be great ...
Eventually, the real singers started to arrive, but meanwhile, I did two more: "House of the Risin' Sun," and "Woke Up Dead Blues," and I didn't screw up any of them.
Funny. That big step I was worried about for, like years?
Nothing to it. It just blew right past, no sweat.
How about that?