I have been on stage before but this time, i went through the hardest process I have experienced in a long time if not ever.
It is not the five minutes, nor the material which caused the distress in me. It was the fact that the audience didn't know me. Apart from a few friends who were to be there, I didn't know my audience. That was enough for me to tailspin into soul-searchdom. I think I overreacted. I was so scared. I almost gave up so many times. But I hung in there. I had a story to tell and that's all I needed to know. I convinced myself that I was having a date with myself, complete with dinner, some friends, and a chance to entertain them. It is my night out to say the least. Out of the house, my room, my studio, my kitchen and my little world.
Only to live and tell about it. After theater, singing, talking to myself, writing and painting, here comes, standing up, Arpie. You can call me R though. Did I mention cooking? Sorry to toot my horn, although I don't have a horn, therefore I am absolved.
I have a harmonica though and I hope to make it part of my act soon.
It was so nice chatting with you.
