Thanks to MICA and a girl named Christie, read tonight at Sexy Coffeehouse. No qualms signing up, only the hour before the reading did I get butterflies in my stomach and truly regret at all putting myself in such a position. There's a reason I do not perform publicly on a regular basis.
It was cold and I was shivering out of nerves and heat and was caught offguard when my name was called to come on stage. Better that way, I think. That and because of the lights I could only see outlines of heads through the fog and blue purple mist. Read about my Awakening in thighs and folds in beds and dark moments and I was afraid only in the beginning. After all I saw was indigo light.
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