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thehefnerAfter putting it off for a couple months, I'm finally gonna hit up the Speakeasy Open Mic on Feb. 13. After the crushing debacle of three months ago, I've managed to sum up the guts to sign up again. Especially now that the theme is "Hurts So Good: The Pain and Pleasure of Love," because hell, I know I have some ready-to-go material right there!
What's neat is now one of the heads, upon reading my story application, is offering to be my test audience to help me hone and refine it by the time I actually go up. This is awesome, since doing the Open Mic is a frankly terrifying experience. Like, the damn seven-minute time limit is the worst; "am I going to have to rush and plow through all the stuff to get to the point, or will I still have enough of a bubble to relax and actually tell a frickin' story?!"
So getting help will be a great thing, even if it is coming from the same woman who asked, "So, are you still working at the, uh, the cartoon shop?" Seriously, they're great peoples. I haven't met a core group of cool folks like this since the Rude Mechanicals.
I've decided that I'm going to tell "The Wedding Story." For those who don't know what that means, it's the story of me and Tammy at Alan and Rachel's wedding. Hopefully the subject line clued some of you in. This was my first ever real Hefner Monologue, the one that had others encouraging me to write and perform more. So I definitely want it to be in its best possible form when I perform it at a totally-packed nightclub full of strangers.
Speakeasy ain't for wimps, that much is certain.
What's neat is now one of the heads, upon reading my story application, is offering to be my test audience to help me hone and refine it by the time I actually go up. This is awesome, since doing the Open Mic is a frankly terrifying experience. Like, the damn seven-minute time limit is the worst; "am I going to have to rush and plow through all the stuff to get to the point, or will I still have enough of a bubble to relax and actually tell a frickin' story?!"
So getting help will be a great thing, even if it is coming from the same woman who asked, "So, are you still working at the, uh, the cartoon shop?" Seriously, they're great peoples. I haven't met a core group of cool folks like this since the Rude Mechanicals.
I've decided that I'm going to tell "The Wedding Story." For those who don't know what that means, it's the story of me and Tammy at Alan and Rachel's wedding. Hopefully the subject line clued some of you in. This was my first ever real Hefner Monologue, the one that had others encouraging me to write and perform more. So I definitely want it to be in its best possible form when I perform it at a totally-packed nightclub full of strangers.
Speakeasy ain't for wimps, that much is certain.
