Here's what happened yesterday:
As my regulars know, Logger said he'd be attending one of my shows this week. (He's coming tonight, FYI.) Tall and I were texting, and after I told him I was performing that evening:
Tall: Is Logger there? (But he said Logger's real name. I know what you're thinking. How would he know Logger's real name? I thought the same thing, but again, I'M PARANOID.)
Me: Logger who? (But I said Logger's real name.)
Tall: Logger Hasalastname (Kind of cute, no? But it sent me over the edge.)
Me: What are you talking about?
and then DEAD AIR for 2 hours.
Tall: Sorry, forgot what it was for a moment. Logger McNeil. (That's not MY Logger. Huge exhale.)
Fact: I'm OK with being discovered. It's inevitable. It's just that initial "You're busted" feeling that I'm not looking forward to. But what a blog entry it will be.