Poetry Slam
11/12/2005 07:16 a.m.
I went to the Artisan, a coffee shop/gallery type place, because my friend Krysten was reading a few nights ago, at a poetry slam. So I decided it would be much better for me to get -out- of my room and do something since I hadn't left my room since 11:00 am, except to get a movie from my friend Jamie.

I took my new poem with me (Transparent Hypocisy), so I could attempt to edit it, and Krysten got ahold of it and tried to make me read it. "Kim. This is amazing. You have to read it." I called her crazy, said I couldn't. "Grr! Kim! Seriously, you have an amazing voice, you have so much to say, just read it!" After bout five minutes of her persuading me, Jamie grabbed my poem and started reading it, while Krysten dragged me to the sign up sheet.

When I returned Jamie asked if I signed up, which actually -Krysten- signed me up. Jamie said "Good. If she didn't I was going to drag you over there and make you sign it." And I was the first one to go up @.@.

I shook pretty badly. My voice shook, too, but I think that helped me in the end when it was getting really emotional. I couldn't actually understand the words I was speaking because I was so scared. And then we get scores from the audience. My highest was a 9.8, and my lowest was a 6.8, I think. Krysten read after me, she reads -very- differently than I do. And much better than I do.

So we waited for everyone to go, and then they announced the three finalists and they read another poem. Krysten, of course, made it. Then another girl, and to my surprise after the other lady he said "and...our final person is... Kim." And my table cheered, and I said "What?!" Very crazy. What's bad is that I only brought one poem. So I had to ask a girl to use her laptop to get another poem off of here of mine, and I copied it into my notebook I had with me. Bad mistake, I should have brought the laptop up there with me, as the girl suggested.

I could remember bits of the poem from memory so I tried writing it down first, but I needed an actual version. And I could most if written down, except I forgot two lines in the middle. So while I was reading, after Krysten this time, I got to a part, where I knew the next words, and I started saying them, but it wasn't what was written on the paper so I was silent for a few seconds before I started reading again. And I had more confidence the second time, I actually looked up at the audience a few times, but when I messed up I lost it again. Heather, at our table, said she could see me shaking after that, wonderful, so I felt like a complete idiot. But I got the same kind of scores as last time, and the person who gave me a "6. whatever" was booed.

Krysten kept looking at me and going "Kim, I am -so- proud of you! Next time you come, there will be a next time, we'll have to try and practice before so you're used to it." And then she said she was proud of me about eight more times. The guy who hosted the reading, Alex, introduced himself to me, and a couple of people said they liked my poetry, so that was a really nice night. It made me feel a lot better, especially because people were supportive. ^-^
I am currently Hurt
I am listening to Rockapella- Where in the World is Carmen San Diego