Stand-Up – Gig Number 3

Last night, with an empty stomach I made my way to the Gay Village in Manchester to do my 10-minute set at a women/non-binary gig at Tribeca Bar Laughing Calves evening.  I had had no tea.  I wasn’t sure I would keep it down. I had to keep reminding myself that I was doing this for the thrill and the fun. The fear before an open mic gig is weird.  I know no-one is going to die.  Even if my set doesn’t hit the mark, there is no real come-back. But there is no denying there is something terrifying about stand-up, even when you are a seasoned public speaker. You feel like you will need someone to carry you on.