Tonight I am trying my hand at stand-up comedy for the first time (provided I am given a spot at the open mic), and I am incredibly nervous. I think my material is clean, but I can't help but wonder if my stage presence is anything but an amalgam of personalities I've encountered in the past. Is my fifty-year-old-woman voice really my own? Or is it something I heard once and now mimic?
Really, I ought not worry. This will probably develop into nothing more than a hobby. But hopefully it will be one that strokes my needy ego, feeds my need for approval, and gives me an adrenaline boost that will carry me straight through to Friday. What more could a girl ask for?
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