By Jasmine Beth
Two minutes into my first solo show, I want the stage to collapse. My face is red. My heart pounding. My voice flat. My lyrics aren’t connecting.
A man in the front row scowls like he just received his tax bill. A girl to his left pouts and scrolls through her phone.
Fake it till you make it. Act like you’re a star. Jake’s advice repeats over and over in my head.
“This next song…this next song…” I mutter. Heat rises behind my eyes. “The thing is…I’m…BLOODY NERVOUS!”
The crowd cheers. The man in the front row smiles.
I love this. We have to say the things. I smiled with the man in the front row. 🙂
The truth set him free! Brilliant moment captured in a smile!
I really like the simple truth factor in this. I’ve felt the same way doing stand-up comedy, and had similar results at times. People love realness, humanity. And I love how your story exposes that with no fluff.