Before you can press forward, a familiar voice rises up from the crowd.
"That's my friend! That's my friend, there!"
Luca, a long-haired youth only a year or two older than you, points and waves. Having previously known you only for your skill at hefting hay bales or netting eels, it is no great wonder the farmhand seems so taken by the idea of you on a stage.
You are just preparing a jibe to incorporate her interjection into your performance when you see her push to the front of the audience, hand raised. Heaven preserve us, she's going to make a request, you realize.
You may have spent years cultivating skills on your own time, but you're far from proficient at all the things bards and rascals might be asked to do onstage. Your mind centers on one particular offering you would not be prepared to attempt in public: