Stand-up

In the basement of a small, worn venue with a rare “smoking allowed inside” sign out front, a ragtag group of amateur comedians slouches in chairs. The drinks aren’t flowing but no one’s glass is empty either; lighters are kept handy.

Before each act indifferently takes the stage, the MC makes introductions fit for a much larger, paying audience. The microphone stand falls lopsided from the seven-inch platform and onto the floor, setting an example for comedians to come.

The man who organized the show stumbles in late as a cheerful but sallow-faced young guy makes his way through his self-deprecating material. Hands are shaking, possibly from nerves, possibly from nicotine.

Some try to work the crowd.

“Hey,  right here, what’s your name?”

“Sarah.”

“Saarah? You sound like a 10 year old. How cute. Where’re you from Saarah?”

“Far away.”

“Saarah. Saarah. Come on, yah killin’ me tonight.”

A few jokes are told, sort of. The headliner is distracted by a man dipping his face in and out of his companion’s cleavage. Howling laughter punctuates some of the sets, but whether it is the comedian who elicited the cackles remains unclear.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Humor. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s