I was playing on the N train platform at Times Square when this hot chick walked up to me and said, "You are quite awesome." I didn't know how to try and get the conversation going, so I awkwardly said, "I'm sure that you are also quite awesome at things." She looked at me weird and walked away.
One interesting thing was when I was in the middle of a piece and this woman was walking toward me. She was holding a newspaper and the cover was folded all weird. She was messing with it, trying to get it folded right, but she was having trouble. When I saw her struggle with this, I fucked up the passage I was playing right away. Isn't it wild that simply watching someone mess something up will cause you to also mess up. It's kind of like when you were in high school and your friends said that they were gonna cut a class, then you're like, "Fuck it. I'll cut that shit too." But that's more of a conscious thing, so I guess it's a little different.
One other thing about messing up is that I have a conundrum whenever I see a beautiful woman start to walk my way. Do I concentrate on my playing and not get a good look at her or do I check her out and risk fucking up? Then if I mess up, I make it more obvious that I was gawking at her. To look or not to look? One of the most important questions in the history of man.
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