Just over two years ago – still a stage-shy, bumbling caterpillar – I challenged myself to do something terrifying and came up with 20 minutes of vaguely comedic monologue that I performed to a lounge of friends.
I still have the video. It’s Awkward 101.
I’ve since managed to cobble together a couple of OK Fringe shows, and stumbled across a few comedy and burlesque stages. Sometimes it was funny. Sometimes my fly was open. I learn something every single time.
The point of the challenge wasn’t just to scare myself. Or rather, it was, but the fear doesn’t come from getting up on stage. It comes with revealing yourself. I don’t mean some thespian-ic ‘search for truth’ but just: This is what I came up with in my brain. This is more of me than you’ll get meeting me on the street. This is what I’m trusting you with. OH GOD I'M SO SORRY DID I MISREAD THE SIGNALS?
On Sunday night I’ll perform on my own to an actual theatre. Just me. 90 minutes. Just me. No line up of comics to hide in, no burlesque troupes to distract anyone. My words, my music, my videos (made with help, of course). This is all I’ve got.
If people come, they’ll let me do it again in a few months. If not, then probably not. I’ll still do Fringe and it’ll be fun, but Sunday is stepping up. Or at least, an audition to step up. I’m not saying I’m now a theatrical butterfly, just a hopeful pupae. Or larvae. Something gross, anyway.
You’ve probably come to a show of mine and I can’t really tell you how honoured that makes me feel. I’ll bug you to come to more things I think you might like. But Sunday is when I really need support. Asking for it is scary, like being on stage with just a mic is scary, but I’m asking.
If you’ve liked what I’ve done, please think about coming on Sunday night, 8pm at Mid City Theatre. I would be honoured, and incredibly grateful. Plus, I’ll try and make you laugh, and after, we’ll go for a big drink.
I’ll try to remember to do my fly up.
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