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So I wrote a slam text, the morning after the party. I read it to Syke in her bedroom and almost fainted. She listened, then told me to sit down and relax, and start breathing normally again, and then she said she really liked it.
Then I read it to Ben on the phone, and he also liked it.
And then a wrote another slam text, cause I can't just go to a slam with just one text, in case of the unlikely event of me getting into the finals on my first slam.
And then I read both to my sister, and she let me read it about four times, and gave me good advice on the pacing and all. And then she compared me with Eminem in 8 Mile. Which made me laugh.
So then it's Monday. I talk it over with Syke, and we both decide that I should read on Thursday in Forcheim, even though there's a slam on Tuesday in Bamberg. Cause dude, I'd be even more nervous reading in Bamberg. Cause Forcheim is small, and I don't know anyone there, and the audience is not as scary as the Bamberg one.
So, yesterday was Tuesday. Syke rehearsed her texts at home, and I read mine to her a couple of times, and off we were to the Bamberg slam. We get there, and Nora is at the entrance and Syke puts her name in th hat and I pay my three Euros entrance (poets get in free). And we go downstairs (cause it's at the Morph Club, or Club Morpheus, as Julia likes to call it), and there are so few people there. The slam is supposed to start in ten minutes, and there's about thirty people! And in a club, that looks like nothing.
We go back up to Nora and ask about how many people are in the hat, and she says four. Four is so few!! I ask her whether there'll be a slam in June, and she says no. NO?? That's bad news. Cause I really wanted to read in Bamberg before leaving for the States, and in July, the slam's summer break starts. Dammit.
We talk a bit to Mareike, the featured poet from Leibzig, and she's really nice says she likes my shirt. Then I buy a beer, drag Syke to the restrooms and have an emergency conference with her. I say that maybe I kind of might want to read tonight. I don't have any printed pages with me, but I have my notebook. But I want to read, cause it's my last chance to read in Bamberg, and there's not a lot of people here anyway, and what's the worst that can happen. Syke looks unsure first, but when she sees that I'm not about pass out she says, cool!
We go back up to Nora, and I say that I want to read, and she's all, YAY! And puts my name in the hat, and says I can have my three Euros back, but I say I'll donate the to the slam, and that makes her happy. I tell her I've never read at a slam before, and that it's gonna be my last Bamberg slam, cause I'm going to the States. She asks me when and where and how, and is happy and impressed.
And then the slam starts, after a quarter of an hour the place REALLY fills up, and I get a bit more nervous, but not passing-out-nervous, but happy-and-excited-nervous, and I have to sit through Mareike and four other slammers before my name is drawn, as the last person to read in the first half, which Christian considers the best position, and I go up on the stage, and read my text, I should say perform my text, thinking, this is going so well! This is so much fun! I want to be doing this every day!
And then I'm done, and people clap and cheer, and I'm happy. And then it's break, and some people come up to be and tell me I was great, and I get another beer. And Nora, who is standing at the other end of the room by the DJ, catches my eye and does an applause gesture and nods in approval.
So yeah, it went really, really well. And even though I didn't make it into the finals, the night cound't have gone any better. I'd post what I read, but it's in German, and also it looks crap when you see it written out. It's a text to be read aloud. In front of people. And it feels so, so good to read it. And now I can't wait for tomorrow, cause tomorrow is Tursday, and there's a slam on in Forcheim. And I will rock it.
Then I read it to Ben on the phone, and he also liked it.
And then a wrote another slam text, cause I can't just go to a slam with just one text, in case of the unlikely event of me getting into the finals on my first slam.
And then I read both to my sister, and she let me read it about four times, and gave me good advice on the pacing and all. And then she compared me with Eminem in 8 Mile. Which made me laugh.
So then it's Monday. I talk it over with Syke, and we both decide that I should read on Thursday in Forcheim, even though there's a slam on Tuesday in Bamberg. Cause dude, I'd be even more nervous reading in Bamberg. Cause Forcheim is small, and I don't know anyone there, and the audience is not as scary as the Bamberg one.
So, yesterday was Tuesday. Syke rehearsed her texts at home, and I read mine to her a couple of times, and off we were to the Bamberg slam. We get there, and Nora is at the entrance and Syke puts her name in th hat and I pay my three Euros entrance (poets get in free). And we go downstairs (cause it's at the Morph Club, or Club Morpheus, as Julia likes to call it), and there are so few people there. The slam is supposed to start in ten minutes, and there's about thirty people! And in a club, that looks like nothing.
We go back up to Nora and ask about how many people are in the hat, and she says four. Four is so few!! I ask her whether there'll be a slam in June, and she says no. NO?? That's bad news. Cause I really wanted to read in Bamberg before leaving for the States, and in July, the slam's summer break starts. Dammit.
We talk a bit to Mareike, the featured poet from Leibzig, and she's really nice says she likes my shirt. Then I buy a beer, drag Syke to the restrooms and have an emergency conference with her. I say that maybe I kind of might want to read tonight. I don't have any printed pages with me, but I have my notebook. But I want to read, cause it's my last chance to read in Bamberg, and there's not a lot of people here anyway, and what's the worst that can happen. Syke looks unsure first, but when she sees that I'm not about pass out she says, cool!
We go back up to Nora, and I say that I want to read, and she's all, YAY! And puts my name in the hat, and says I can have my three Euros back, but I say I'll donate the to the slam, and that makes her happy. I tell her I've never read at a slam before, and that it's gonna be my last Bamberg slam, cause I'm going to the States. She asks me when and where and how, and is happy and impressed.
And then the slam starts, after a quarter of an hour the place REALLY fills up, and I get a bit more nervous, but not passing-out-nervous, but happy-and-excited-nervous, and I have to sit through Mareike and four other slammers before my name is drawn, as the last person to read in the first half, which Christian considers the best position, and I go up on the stage, and read my text, I should say perform my text, thinking, this is going so well! This is so much fun! I want to be doing this every day!
And then I'm done, and people clap and cheer, and I'm happy. And then it's break, and some people come up to be and tell me I was great, and I get another beer. And Nora, who is standing at the other end of the room by the DJ, catches my eye and does an applause gesture and nods in approval.
So yeah, it went really, really well. And even though I didn't make it into the finals, the night cound't have gone any better. I'd post what I read, but it's in German, and also it looks crap when you see it written out. It's a text to be read aloud. In front of people. And it feels so, so good to read it. And now I can't wait for tomorrow, cause tomorrow is Tursday, and there's a slam on in Forcheim. And I will rock it.