I’m incredibly nervous. I have one week until my first stand-up performance and I’m already experiencing stage fright. My stomach is in knots, my breathing is shallow, and my nerves are on edge.
It’s hard for me to concentrate. It’s very hard for me to write. Brainstorming is impossible. Each line is under intense scrutiny.
I almost wish I hadn’t taken a class now. I feel I should have just gone up and done it in some backwater bar on open mic night. If I sucked, oh well, I’d just fade off into the night all Ninja-like. Not now, everyone knows about this.
My right leg quivers when I stand up in front of the class. What’s it going to do when I’m on a real stage in front of real strangers? Someone is going to get kicked in the face. Whoever it is, I’m sorry in advance. Maybe I should wear slippers.
I keep reminding myself to just go up and have fun. This isn’t my job. My life doesn’t depend on this. No one’s going to kill a kitten if I don’t get a laugh. I just need to have fun. Have fun. Have fun. No puking. Have fun.