Our school’s graduation was earlier this evening. Chaos happens, but it’s expected. But this time, in the midst of it, our graduation planner noticed some empty seats among the crowd while people were still looking for a place to sit. She said, “Go up there and tell people to fill in the empty seats.”
“Huh, what??” I asked ever so tactfully.
“You need to go up there to the microphone and tell people to fill in the seats.”
Nobody I could depend on was around me at the time. Well played, people. Well played. Bastards. So with a grumble cloud over my head which was already a storm of anxious thoughts (not the happy anxiety either), I went up on stage and for the first time, talked into the microphone of the rec center….In front of a crowd of at least 200 if not more. Everyone silenced up. Huh. If I knew how effective that was, I would carry a microphone with me all the time! Come to think of it, I have never had to speak into a microphone in front of oodles of people! I sang karaoke in front of my friend Ksra, two of my brothers, a brother’s girlfriend and my sister-in-law, but that was different.
Anyway, I awkwardly (but I must admit, not too shabbily), told them to fill in the empty seats to make room for others to sit down. I think that’s what I said. It’s all a blur now, I’ll have to ask a nice person at work about how I did up there. Not someone who’ll laugh and say, “Dude, you were so nervous, I could totally tell!”
While off stage later on, I humored myself by thinking about the presentation Bridget Jones gave for the book launch in the movie “Bridget Jones’s Diary”.
Bridget: Oy!! Oyyyyy! Sorry the mics not….not working. Welcome to the launch of “Kafka’s Motorbike”, the greatest book of our time……And here to introduce it is the man we all call…“Titspervert”, “Titspervert”….Fitzherbert, because that…is his name!
Anyway. Chalk that one off as a new year’s resolution for me.