Dear People,
Last night, expectantly, I ended up getting on stage and doing some material. It was a total fluke, I wasn't prepared, and I actually went to see someone else perform. However, in those brief moments I think I found something I had been missing for awhile: passion. The scene was dingy bar on a Wednesday night, and my roommates friend was performing at an open mic. This was a music/comedy open mic which are open mics that I find less than desirable for a comic because the mood isn't set to laugh. Well after listening to 54 year old in a skeleton shirt, and a kid with a mandolin finally my friend went on to perform. Long story short, he didn't speak up, and after about 2 minutes he dropped the mic and said 'fuck this'. I couldn't stand to see a situation like this so in my sloppy drunken haze I stepped on stage and started with whatever material I could think of. I wasn't great, but the whole scene really reinforced something upon me. I AM JUST WASTING TIME. I'm almost 21, I'm not performing consistently (or at all), and I'm so hung up on perfecting written material that I'm not focusing on perfecting it on a stage where it matters. This other amateur comic may not of been ready, but give it time if he keeps doing open mic's he'll be far better off than me whether he's a good comedian or not. I'm going to start filming my docupierence now, and I'm going to get on stage as soon as possible. Finished material or not.
And I'm out for the duece four,
Sean Iacono
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