It was a chilly Wednesday morning as I googled open mic events in my area and found a few. After calling some places, I landed on one that seemed plausible. I noticed the twitter account for the promoter and I tweeted him. We exchanged quite a few interactions and I made up my mind to attend his event which was being held that same evening. Around 6pm I took a cab to the train station, it was about a 40 mins ride, after which I had my phone displaying a map to help me navigate to the venue. I walked into the basement of the hotel and noticed right away the gentleman with whom I was tweeting with name Michael P Geffner. We shook hands, I paid him the admission fee of $10 and I was carded for position 12.
I looked around the room, it was filled with different nationalities and a variety of performers. I was so eager to find out what an open mic was all about. I found a seat in the third row, and decided upon a center seat. The room was dark and they had different monograms playing in the background. The event was scheduled to start around 7pm but started at 7:20pm. The emcee came on and notified us that there will be 4 special guests performances by poets first then the open mic will begin.
The first person came on and recited about 5 poems which were all memorized. The others did a combination of singing and even drama pieces. Alas! The open mic started. This time it was different than being in the classroom. I was in an environment where I knew my name was going to be called to speak. Everyone in the room was there for a purpose; the love of poetry, for their music to be heard to let out to the world what they had been working on. At one point I wanted to walk out the door. I felt nervous as I thought; how could this girl who emceed SO MANY live stage shows feel this way.
I knew why it was new to me, never in my life had I attended an open mic. But I needed to stay and be strong. I listened to good comedians as well as bad ones also. I recall this one gentlemen’s poem sounded like it was written by a 10 year old, but for the most part everyone was good. I reflected to one of the stories we read for class entitled “Elevators”. This one performer by the name of big Mike had a powerful performance about pantyhose. He was so good, he was dramatic and had the audience laughing because of his love for pantyhose. As my turn approached I turn to the girl next to me and asked if she would be kind enough to record my performance and she did. Though I went alone just like, everyone cheered on for me as the atmosphere possessed a common camaraderie which we lived off. I introduced myself to the audience and they all cheered me on. I went ahead and red my short story entitled “Red Shoes”. When I was done, everyone clapped and commented that I was great. Personally I think they were being kind. It was different for me actually being present there, as it was out of my comfort zone and conversely surrounded by other students and strangers with guitars, costumes and tattoos.
I learned that our professors will push us and make us do things out of our comfort zones. It was the first time in my life attending and I will surely do it again.
Often times we tend to take on odd jobs, or jobs that we don’t like to be able to make ends meet or to figure out what we want. While doing so is quite fine, we should also work towards full filling our passion and working towards getting that dream job. I remember Katie Couric asked her mom to drive her to ABC New studio after sending in her resume months earlier. She continuously got looked over every time. One day she called in and asked to speak with deputy chief Kevin Delaney, she was able to sit down with him and was hired a few weeks later.
Sometimes our goals may seem far-fetched however going towards them and making bold decisions are way better than being afraid to make them. I remember once one of my favorite singers was coming in town to perform for a concert. I knew I wanted to be the emcee and I found out who the promoter was and asked if I could and he said yes. I had a great time emceeing this concert. The answer may not always be yes, but it is worth asking.
Life gets in the way, unexpected babies, debts but if you can find a way to set yourself to make a plan and go towards your dreams; I believe ultimately you will be a happier person. Avoid making up excuses or letting a person not want you to fulfill your passion, because at the end of the day – you have to control which direction your life goes in. Stand up for who you are and never get lost in another person’s world!
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One chilly Sunday morning while strolling through the city, I found myself tilting my neck to its utmost pivot to view the sky scrapers of this majestic city. I thought about how amazing it may be to live near one of the world’s most loved cities; New York. The bustling Lexington Avenue sits on the east side of the borough coupled with the smell of mesmerizing Indian spices piercing the sensual atmosphere and the surrounding noises of productivity just motivates me to feel a part of this amazing metropolis. I quickly exited this day dream and decided to quell the urge for an American breakfast. I therefore googled the nearest diner, ah saw that it was a mere four blocks away and scurried over where I sat and enjoyed my meal in a amidst a crowded restaurant.
Following this, I visited a spa in which I made prior reservations and enjoyed a 45 mins massaged paired with the sounds of soothing music, and a masseuse using her oily hands to heal my body. After this session, I was taken into another room where I saw shower heads and a big wooden tub. I lay there waiting for my attendant and once arrived, she grabbed a small pale filled with a dreamy sensual scrub solution and started to apply it on my back while I lay on the masseur table. She added a tolerable pressure level when applying the scrub but this helped revitalize some the nerves. Then it was time for me to turn over all of this while being naked. Since I was a bit chilly she covered me with a small towel to shield me from the open elements. When she was done again, it was time to turn over and she sprayed me with some soothing warm water. All this time I was thinking is this really happening, am I laying in bed while she is showering me? Soon after I stood up, she continued to spray me ensuing to get the scrub off. She applied some sort of liquid, then she proceeded to wipe me up, then I took the towel and said I got the rest.
Oh boy, what an experience, for those of you thinking of getting one I definitely recommend it.