This is not the one.
Anyone who follows me on any of the social networks might have seen that my wife gave birth to our second son the other day. And I’ll write about that experience soon, but not today. The reason being, I’m planning to do another story telling night in September and that is the story I want to tell. The theme for that night is ‘First Times’, and the allocated time is 10 minutes, therefore, I don’t want to rush the piece.
Instead, today’s blog will be about the last story night I spoke at, which was also my first.
The event was held at venue called Bar GARI GARI here in Tokyo, and it was part of the monthly Dunk Poets night that they have there. Along with a lot of poems that were told that night, there was also music and a few stories. The variety of all these it made the night very enjoyable. I was on last, due to the first come first served structure of signing up for the evening, which turned out to be quite fortunate. It gave me time for the nerves to wear off, and the crowd to thin out.
However, when It was my turn to get up, the nervousness returned as it had been a very long time since I’d stood up in front of a crowd of that size. The last time was when I used to play in a band, although luckily, all those times I was hidden behind a drum kit. This time all there was was me and a microphone, an extremely vulnerable situation. I’d love to say it went perfectly, but it didn’t. I stumbled over a word here and there, and shook like a leaf, but I did it! And in the end that’s all that counts.
I know I have a long journey ahead of me, like many people who are chasing their dreams. Unfortunately, it’s not as clear as I’d like it to be, which is something, along with my writing I need to work on.