Onstage Poetry Night
Last night...I went to the "P" downtown, for the onstage poetry. I was so nervous. I decided to wear a long, flowy white bohemian skirt, a black tanktop, sandals, my handmade beaded jewelry and a jean jacket.Yes I dress like a 1960s hippy...because I have hippy/ecclectic blood.
Two ladies sat at my table. One of them who had dreds kept touching my hair saying how she loves women with naturally curly hair "Its sooo beautiful and soft! I really love it" she kept saying.
Sheesh! I felt a bit awkward and weird about her touching my hair. The last person who did that was a tall
blonde blued eyed German guy named "J" who was extremely obsessed with touching, kissing and sniffing my hair last year!... It was a creepy/seductive experience with him...
I was so glad when she finally stopped! Although she is a very pretty lady and it was quite an interesting experience...
There was food being served in the very back, after intermission following the first half of the show.
Everyone was crowding back there so thickly. I only got a few raw veggies, some dip and slices of cheese...Some people had spaghetti etc...but by the time I got back there, it was all gone!
I was the third person onstage during the second half of the show.
"C" showed up...I know he wanted to know why I still haven't called him. How can I explain to him that he has a way of turning me on...and its way too tempting for me. He is such a gentleman though. His poems are so moving! He speaks of politics, racism, history, relationships and worldly knowledge! He handed me his new CD
He said its for my little brother...but I'm keeping it for myself...
I know its selfish of me, but I don't care. I like "C"...I love his colorful work!
When I got onstage, I read a poem I'd written days ago dedicated to him and his work...hoping he wouldn't know who it was dedicated to...
I did four poems...I didn't feel as nervous as I thought I would, once I got up there. I was afraid I'd sound silly or someone would discover that I'm a painter and sketcher and say "Shes not a poet! Shes really into art! What a fraud!" ...
But noone said it.
I think my face was wayyyy too close to the microphone a couple of times...I have no idea how my voice sounded or what I looked like up there...and I don't really care now. I'm just glad I finally did it. I followed through with a promise without backing out of it. I'm really happy I did that!
The old me would have backed out of it, because I would have been too nervous to get up on that big stage and speak into the microphone. The guy who arranged it was so happy I followed through...
Afterwards, I rushed off to leave. "C" grabbed my arm...
"You are going to call me...right? Do you still have my number?" he asked.
"Yes I still have it. You really want me to call you?" I asked.
I knew it sounded silly, but I really wanted to know.
Does he know that I'm a celibate? Wonder if it would scare him away if he knew?
"Yes! Why wouldn't I?" he laughed.
"I thought you were giving it to me because of my little brother and the tickets...but yes I definitely would like to call you. Will you be at "E" on Saturday night?" I asked.
"No, I'll be leaving for New York City to do a show" he said.
"I'll call you" I smiled...
"Good" he winked....
My heart raced...
I was so glad when she finally stopped! Although she is a very pretty lady and it was quite an interesting experience...
There was food being served in the very back, after intermission following the first half of the show.
Everyone was crowding back there so thickly. I only got a few raw veggies, some dip and slices of cheese...Some people had spaghetti etc...but by the time I got back there, it was all gone!
I was the third person onstage during the second half of the show.
"C" showed up...I know he wanted to know why I still haven't called him. How can I explain to him that he has a way of turning me on...and its way too tempting for me. He is such a gentleman though. His poems are so moving! He speaks of politics, racism, history, relationships and worldly knowledge! He handed me his new CD
He said its for my little brother...but I'm keeping it for myself...
I know its selfish of me, but I don't care. I like "C"...I love his colorful work!
When I got onstage, I read a poem I'd written days ago dedicated to him and his work...hoping he wouldn't know who it was dedicated to...
I did four poems...I didn't feel as nervous as I thought I would, once I got up there. I was afraid I'd sound silly or someone would discover that I'm a painter and sketcher and say "Shes not a poet! Shes really into art! What a fraud!" ...
But noone said it.
I think my face was wayyyy too close to the microphone a couple of times...I have no idea how my voice sounded or what I looked like up there...and I don't really care now. I'm just glad I finally did it. I followed through with a promise without backing out of it. I'm really happy I did that!
The old me would have backed out of it, because I would have been too nervous to get up on that big stage and speak into the microphone. The guy who arranged it was so happy I followed through...
Afterwards, I rushed off to leave. "C" grabbed my arm...
"You are going to call me...right? Do you still have my number?" he asked.
"Yes I still have it. You really want me to call you?" I asked.
I knew it sounded silly, but I really wanted to know.
Does he know that I'm a celibate? Wonder if it would scare him away if he knew?
"Yes! Why wouldn't I?" he laughed.
"I thought you were giving it to me because of my little brother and the tickets...but yes I definitely would like to call you. Will you be at "E" on Saturday night?" I asked.
"No, I'll be leaving for New York City to do a show" he said.
"I'll call you" I smiled...
"Good" he winked....
My heart raced...
