Last night was probably the worst experience possible with an open mic. By the time I took the stage (I was on last), all but the host and the two first-timers who went on just before were the only people there. It’s funny, but standing on stage with a microphone feels really wrong when the people you are talking to are three feet away, and able to hear you fine without it. As bad as the situation was, I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed, wanting to just walk out and not look back. Instead I sat there and waited to hear my name called to the stage. It felt good to actually get up on stage and do what I set out to do, even if no one else saw it.

I threw caution to the wind, and decided to start by calling back to both of the sets of the people who stuck around. Which they both laughed at, so at least I got A laugh. Then I did a short version of a bit I planned on doing and vamped for the last minute of my time. When I got the light, I felt like I was a real comedian. As I walked off stage all I wanted to do was call all my friends and tell them… Sadly it was so late, I suspected they were asleep. (I was then jealous of them for getting to be in bed at that moment.) On the drive home, I knew that I would have to go back again next week. I don’t know if this is the path for me or not, but I do know that I have to go back and do it again. Clearly I have that something inside me that is pushing me to at least try.

While I didn’t record my performance this time, I will dig out the FlipCam and buy a tripod, so that I can capture the whole thing next time. Until then, I’ve got a week of wage slavery and comedy writing ahead of me. Also he Series 6 premier of Doctor Who. I love Doctor Who.