My mum was the worst person to see me live.
Between sets, she approached a group of girls that had been in the front ogling the band and said "the bass player isn't that impressive - he still sucks his thumb."
Or maybe it was my wife, who saw a similar bunch of "front row girls," climbed onto the stage, kissed me on the cheek, smiled at the girls, and walked off.
Or maybe it was a good friend who looks like my twin. A pair of women approached him between sets, thinking he was me, and complimented him on his (my) musical ability. He took them both home, and when he left they had my phone number and the impression that they'd spent the night with me. I ended the evening safely at home with my wife, thankful for that alibi.
Come to think of it, I don't think I WANT an audience anymore!