Andrew’s First Act (Unabridged‪)‬

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I say, as if repeating myself might make it true. I adjust my bright green tie in the mirror and pat down my hair, hoping the gel will keep it in place. 

“Listen. Just perform your material like you’ve practiced. It’s all good stuff! I will be waiting for you at the side exit and I’ll be watching from the back. You’ll do great!” Sunnie tries to assure me, but I detect a nervous tone in her voice. 

I hear a faint knock, and then a young man wearing headphones and holding a clipboard opens the door. “Andrew Masterson. You are on in 20,” he announces.  

“I’m going to go.” Sunnie gives my arm a tight squeeze. “You’ve got this!” She flashes me a quick smile and then leaves me to my rushing mind and screaming anxiety. 

I hear a loudspeaker announce my name. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause for our next comedian: Mr. Andrew Masterson.”