my first open mic

so dread followed me out of the office because i was going to tick off one of my new year's resolutions this evening.

i decided two evenings ago that i'd go for an open mic - to bring a personal poem out to the public and share it with whomever who would listen. this evening i stood in front of i think 25 people and read one of my poems.

i was scared shit. couple of close friends were there. funnily, we all turned up in green with no prior plans to do so. it lasted for all of 90 seconds maybe - i was petrified but it felt good after. i was terrified to hang around after the session though... just in case someone was gonna throw rotten eggs at me as a delayed reaction; so me and the green team scooted at the sound of the goodbye note. (heh i'm such a coward still...)

what an interesting evening! what an interesting crowd: the ghost story writer, the autistic poet&artist/ a psychic/ published & unpublished writers/publishers & my first open mic were all woven into one story tonight.