cockiness

standing in a dark corner,rehearsing my lines while flirting with the possibility of a laughter graveyard looming in my future. A girl sprung from the darkness to inform me that she was also performing and that I did not need to rehearse my lines. She bombed and I did not. Laughter can be elusive and I do not want my poor performances to be a reason for humiliation. Poor performances are watering my blossoming attitude of gratitude for the approving audiences and I do not want to ever take the approval of an audience for granted.