Last night, I drove out to an open mic approximately 40 minutes from my home. I was excited because I felt that I had written something that was finally going to allow me to be myself on stage. Finally!
But as I watched comic after comic go up, I thought about my material and said to myself, ‘I don’t think it’s going to work.’ And because they were doing well with many short jokes over the span of five minutes, I figured that the audience wouldn’t like my style.
Blah blah blah doing something different would’ve made me stand out…that’s all 20/20 hindsight. The thought never entered my mind. It’s a horrible feeling when you’re sitting there thinking, ‘This is going to be rough.’
When it got closer to my time to go up, I felt worse and worse. I started second-guessing how I was going to start my first joke and began to reword the first sentence in my head over and over and over again. No permutation seemed to do the trick.
Right before it was my time to go up, I found out that the show was full. I pretended to be disappointed. In truth, I’m happy that there wasn’t a spot for me.