Mind the death traps

You have no idea how nervous I am.

I’m scared. My next performance comes at the St Mary’s Hall ball on Saturday. The stakes are pretty high.

I mentioned in a previous post that I’d been approached to do a set for the guests that evening. It rocks that people are starting to notice what I do and this is essentially what I’ve been blogging about from the beginning.

I can’t shake off a nagging sense of huge pressure, though. I think it’s a good thing, though. [That’s me convinving myself]

I have a basic idea of what I want to do on the night. Let’s just hope it goes right.

I’m going to be honest with you: The biggest thing that scares me is going down as “that guy who thought he was funny.”

It’s one thing to have a crappy showing at some random comedy club. At least then you can leave the venue and not show face there for a while. People will just forget you and leave you to the dusty archives of their memories.

It’s a completely different game with what I’m trying to do here.

There’s no escaping and laying low until the talk dies down. We’re a small university and we bump into each other pretty much all the time.


I’ve just taken a bit of a breather.

I’m being a little ridiculous, I guess. If I’m going to get into this (comedy) seriously, I’m going to have to chuck myself out there. Comedians are probably the most scrutinised people out there.

Jerry Seinfeld put it perfectly: “No one is more judged in civilised society than a stand-up comedian”

Scary, huh?

“Every twelve seconds, you’re rated,” he said.

And you know what? It’s true.

I’m no veteran at this, but I completely understand that excruciating grip of pressure  you feel from the moment you realise that your jokes aren’t flying. The audience’s stare is painfully piercing at that point. It’s just a horrible descent into the doldrums of a comic’s death.

I do not want to die up there.

This is what the hard yards are made of. I just have to psych myself up in the run-up to hitting that stage.

There are other performances in the pipeline. Another Hall Ball calls. Jan Smuts House and Atherstone House [the largest girls’ res] are having a ball soon and have asked me to come through.

In the meantime, I’m pouring my efforts towards Saturday evening.

Here we go again.

The stakes are so high.

Stay tuned…






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