A good song

I played a lot of music yesterday. The pub was nearly empty when I got there, so I sat down and played some classical pieces. I was miles away when I played. I'm always miles away when I play. The next thing I remember is a loud round of applause from the people who had come in while I was playing. By the by most of the people left. All that remained were my brother, a friend, and two people I don't know. We had a singalong, and it was a good one too.
Later on two other people came in who, as it turns out, like classical music. One of them videoed me on his phone for about twenty minutes. I corpsed a couple of times because I can't stand being watched. Never mind, I played well.
After that a group came in to celebrate one of their birthdays. I didn't recognise them but they recognised me alright. They called me by my name and asked if I'd do the kneesup thing, so I did. Fantastic! Loud, enthusiastic and joyful singing.
I have never been in the position before, where members of the general public recognise me for my music. It's so kind of people. I feel really happy that I can provide something that people evidently enjoy. I can tell you that I really love to hear them sing. It's quite magical. For me, though,  it's a new learning experience. Inside I feel uncomfortable about being the centre of attention, and about the compliments that people pay me. To myself I'm just boring, insignificant, fucked-up me. I must learn how to accept a compliment without feeling odd.