My story has nothing to do with performing, it happened when I was a child. I was 10 or 11 and I shared a room with my younger brother who was 9 or 10 years old at the time. One summer night something supernatural set out to scare the bejeezus out of us or maybe instill a sense of wonder in us.
My dad went out to buy more beer or smokes shortly after we went to bed, with Dad out of the house I was the oldest person at home. Our bedroom was almost directly over the driveway. Car headlights would run across the ceiling to the far wall entering or exiting the driveway. It was a hot summer night so both windows were open and as soon as my Father's headlights disapeared back out the window a wind that seemed as forceful as a tornado blew threw the windows and it continued for maybe 15 or 20 minutes until the instant the headlights made their way back across the ceiling.Fortunately the all-night convienant store was mercifully close by.
We lay still paralyzed with fear not exposing so much as a toe from under the sheets. I remember having to cling to the sheet to keep it from blowing off me. We called out to each other periodically to make sure the other was OK, at no point did either of us think this was just wind, It was something else entirely. Every loose item in the room and some not so loose items ended up in a pile in the center of the room. Every picture and poster was torn from the walls and deposited in the pile.
We didn't get out of bed to tell Dad, it was over and that was enough. Oddly, neither of us thought for even a moment that it would ever come back, we knew, as a matter of fact, it was an isolated one time thing. In retrospect, we think that is one of the oddest things about the incident.
We thought it was the coolest thing that we had evidence the next morning, the pile in the center of the room. We didn't bother telling many people about it, especially not adults. It happened. We knew it.We didn't need to prove it.
We still ponder what it was sometimes, no answer has ever sufficed.