When it was his time, Niles took the stage with a confident swagger that gave no indication of the apprehension he really felt. He sat down with his guitar, and after a self-depricating speech about having to grow some balls and play his own music tonight instead of leeching off the genius of others, he started into a setlist that was all his own, except for one song at the end. He introduced every song, stating that he was piss poor at titles and that's why none of his songs had a title that made sense to the lyrics of the song. The setlist read as:
The Song About That Time in Vegas The One Girl I Hope You get Mouth Herpes People Fucking Suck I Forgot Hallelujah
When he got to the last song he explained that it wasn't his but he wished it was because it was his favorite song in the world and he'd never played it live before. "Forgive me if I fuck up," he said with a rueful smile as he began to play. When he was done, there was a more than respectable amount of applause, and whether it was out of poltieness or an actual sign that they'd enjoyed the show, he didn't care. It still made him feel better.