I still can't believe I just did that.
So tonight was the Open Mic at More Than Words, the new book store that just opened on Moody St. in Waltham. I was really uneasy at first, going into it, because it seemed as though everyone else knew each other and had done this a million times. I was right. But it was okay, because all the performers were really nice and encouraging. Before the show started, while people were still signing up and getting ready, I noticed a guy wearing the same chucks as me sitting in the corner who looked maybe 25ish. So I decided to go introduce myself. And we talked for a while, and it was nice, and I was happy because I made a friend and hopefully made another newbie comfortable.
He was the fucking feature poet.
He didn't tell me that, though. All of a sudden, halfway through the night, the MC Igor got up and introduced our feature poet, and announced he was going to do a teaser before his segment.
And then my new friend got up and started reciting.
He was amazing. After the show was over, and we were all walking around talking, he came back over to talk to me. He didn't even give me a chance to yell at him for not telling me who he was, or go on about how amazing he was, because he said he had to respond to my question. So he went through every main point of my poem and responded to it. I can't believe he even paid attention to it.
So we talked for a really long time, complimenting each other like crazy, and then he signed a copy of his book and gave it to me. And then he told me about all these open-mic nights at clubs and bars around Boston, and told me I should check them out. I really hope they're not all 21+.
So, I did it. I actually read poetry in front of people, and even stuck around to hear feedback and criticism. Amazing.
Aaaaaand it's Friday night and I'm leaving Sunday morning and I've barely packed anything at all and my laundry's not done. But I don't care. I have a new book to read, and a friend to call when I'm done reading it. :)
He was the fucking feature poet.
He didn't tell me that, though. All of a sudden, halfway through the night, the MC Igor got up and introduced our feature poet, and announced he was going to do a teaser before his segment.
And then my new friend got up and started reciting.
He was amazing. After the show was over, and we were all walking around talking, he came back over to talk to me. He didn't even give me a chance to yell at him for not telling me who he was, or go on about how amazing he was, because he said he had to respond to my question. So he went through every main point of my poem and responded to it. I can't believe he even paid attention to it.
So we talked for a really long time, complimenting each other like crazy, and then he signed a copy of his book and gave it to me. And then he told me about all these open-mic nights at clubs and bars around Boston, and told me I should check them out. I really hope they're not all 21+.
So, I did it. I actually read poetry in front of people, and even stuck around to hear feedback and criticism. Amazing.
Aaaaaand it's Friday night and I'm leaving Sunday morning and I've barely packed anything at all and my laundry's not done. But I don't care. I have a new book to read, and a friend to call when I'm done reading it. :)