interference (C) 2020 #openmic #synergynights

 

interference (C) 2020 #openmic #synergynights


I keep sitting in the front because I'm closest to the stage. Also I don't see the crowd behind me.  So damn nervous. I learned though, I have to keep going. Have to keep doing this because this is what I do. I perform my works because I have to keep the dream alive. 

I get up there. Maranda J. introduces me. And before I even get a word out someone from the crowd yells, "Get him off the stage." Damn. Already. Good thing I have been reciting this piece for days. Eventually, it will be like second nature.

I do the first stanza, and notice all the happy couples. Damn, maybe I should quit this. It's stopping my chances of living that real good life. Big house, picket fences, kids playing in the yard. Who am I kidding? That dream expired long ago-there i go again. Need to start not being soh pessimistic. It'll come around-always does traveling at the 'Speed of Thought.'

 I have to use the voice inside. That voice doesn't always come when I want it to. I can't use my regular voice. My regular voice sucks. I'm at the halfway point of the chorus now, "Put my self through hell just to find a reason to believe." Wait I see that lady in front. She's digging what I'm saying. "You just need one," I've heard that so many times. I gesture to the audience with my right hand, I grip the microphone stand with my left. Next comes the voice. Now I notice there's a whole table digging it, as I'm going through the third and final stanza.

 I just don't believe that most have the deep mind to take note of the lyrics. I'm sharing such intimate thoughts with strangers. No that's not true I been coming every week to perform. They know me. But I haven't taken the time to know them. The drummer and Tiger Rogers sax fill in the empty spots. I finish, I think it might have worked. The crowd cheers very loud. Thanks God. Now back to the lonely seat I go. Have my laptop with me, working on a new piece. 

I'm always working on a 'New Piece.'


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