Tonight feels different. Highland Square has that energy—crowd leaning forward, drinks untouched, actually listening. But Akron keeps you honest. Firestone Park audiences sit quiet, arms folded, waiting for you to earn it. North Hill crowds talk through weak material. Last week you bombed at Goodyear Heights, then crushed at West Hill three days later. The swings keep you sharp. Open mics here strip away everything except the work. Middlebury hosts the late shows where the real ones gather. Some nights the doubt wins. Most nights, you show up anyway.