Invisible and insignificant like air

I wore a tacky electric yellow shirt tonight
I sang Orbison's "In dreams" at the karaoke
I always found it normal
When people misspoke lyrics
When people sang out of tune
It's human of them
I misspoke some lyrics today
And of course I was out of tune
But I could feel everyone's eyes on me
There was a collective cringe at the bar when I sang
Maybe it was the shirt
Well I hate it too
I remember the guy some nights back
Who karaoke'd Taylor Swift rocking a similar shirt
It was orange and green. Ugly and grotesque.
Misspoken words. Heavily out of tune.
Who cares? I clapped loudly.
He gave me courage, and I am here today.
I remember people laughing with him
I remember him grabbing the waitress
At her discomfort and utter dismay.
He isn't here today.
The waitress is.
But as I come down,
I can see the disgust even in her eyes.
But I haven't done anything untoward to her.
Still, she clapped for the orange-green man.
Before he groped her
I remember the girl he was with.
She was laughing and kissing him.
I came alone. Hoping to not return the same way.
Probably not.
The sideways glances I got from everyone tells me that.
Well, I do sing horribly.
And even worse in front of a crowd.
Someone told me once, force yourself to face the crowd.
You will lose your anxiety.
So I am here tonight.
Forcing my anxiety out.
Nothing so far.
I read too much into things, I know.
But I had 4 people applauding when I came down.
22 less from the orange-green man.
When the waitress put down the glass on my table, I saw her.
She was beautiful and I wanted to hit the orange-green man.
He shouldn't have hurt her so.
I wanted to say 'kiss me, you're beautiful'
And dreamed we'd fall into it like hay fire.
But all I managed was a smile.
She gave a pained one in return and handed me my check.
I realized I misspoke again.
That was a wrong song lyric.
I paid the bill and in my head, Orbison sang the correct words.
"In dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk to you."