{"id":417,"date":"2009-05-18T12:52:03","date_gmt":"2009-05-18T19:52:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=417"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:33:51","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:33:51","slug":"on-stage-aftermath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/on-stage-aftermath\/","title":{"rendered":"On Stage Aftermath"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday, May 17th I went on stage for my Improv Class demonstration.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> <br \/>\nIt was very intimidating, and I handled my fear by eating as many cheese-based-food-stuffs as possible.\u00a0 It was an interesting coping method considering that I also suffer from &#8220;nervous stomach&#8221;.\u00a0 I&#8217;m afraid my apartment will smell like fear for weeks to come.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> <br \/>\nI was very terrified for several reasons: 1. Although I didn&#8217;t think I&#8217;d suck, I do live in fear of my luck running out.\u00a0 I thought this would be an interesting opportunity for that to happen. 2. I have an abnormally high amount of self esteem wrapped up in being funny, and bombing on stage would be a good way to find out one isn&#8217;t as funny as one thought. 3. I&#8217;ve heard the stage adds 30 pounds.\u00a0 So although I&#8217;m very fit and trim and have a six pack in real life, I was afraid I&#8217;d look bloated and pasty under the bright lights.\u00a0 4. I worried that if things went really well, I&#8217;d have a hard time going back to normal life. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nAs it turned out, only #4 was a legitimate fear (well I&#8217;m still waiting for the poll results to come back about #3). I can&#8217;t remember very many of the gags I made on stage, but I do vaguely remember hearing people laugh.\u00a0 I am confident that I was competent, even decent.\u00a0 I got good feedback from my classmates and my family- who take great pride in being &#8220;honest&#8221;. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nBut normal life seems suddenly very very annoying.\u00a0 Heating up soup and sitting in traffic now feels like some one is flushing my head down the toilet.\u00a0 If I get one more call about lowering my credit debt I might have a good ole fashioned freak out at the recorded voice.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> <br \/>\nWhere is my personal assistant?\u00a0 Where are the paparazzi who should be chasing me from my personal trainer to my personal stylist&#8217;s office?\u00a0 Where is my manager and why isn&#8217;t he calling me with countless offers to do the next big buddy comedy with Jackie Chan? <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nMaybe after I type up this spreadsheet and sit on another conference call, I&#8217;ll cruise over to my email and see if anyone wants to be my agent.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> <br \/>\nIn addition to being hilarious, I also sing and dance badly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday, May 17th I went on stage for my Improv Class demonstration. &nbsp; It was very intimidating, and I handled my fear by eating as many cheese-based-food-stuffs as possible.\u00a0 It was an interesting coping method considering that I also suffer from &#8220;nervous stomach&#8221;.\u00a0 I&#8217;m afraid my apartment will smell like fear for weeks to come. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/on-stage-aftermath\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;On Stage Aftermath&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=417"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3794,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417\/revisions\/3794"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}