2.5 I’m a star & the audience loves me…

…and I love them. And they love me for lovin them and I love them for lovin me. And we looooove each other…

Okay, I’ll admit it. I have CHICAGO on the brain. Auditions are tomorrow, and I’ve been in this sort of weird anticipatory denial about it. Part of me is very very practical, knowing I don’t know what to expect. Getting cast isn’t guaranteed, and it’s better to try & fail than not try at all, etc.
But the other part of me is Christmas-morning excited and wanting it so bad and just wide-open not ready to be wounded.

le sigh

Tonight I did a 3-minute open mic set of standup at The Skinny. I have a complicated relationship with standup as well. I enjoy it when it goes well, but it also terrifies me. Not hyperbole. I perform in front of people almost every weekend, but standup still gives me heart-fluttery nerves when I’m waiting backstage.

But tonight–even though this wasn’t my best set or best crowd reaction–I feel like I love it. It’s so unpredictable. You never know what a particular audience is going to love or hate. All you can do is get up there and try. You have to 100% throw yourself at the mercy of strangers. Open yourself up to the possibility of being hurt. Take a risk that may or may not pay off.
But when it does. Mmmm. Magic.

What’s not to love?

Some jokes that may or may not be funny, from a set I did in October:

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