that the people in the audience
don't notice it,
even under the spotlight.
I continue my monologue
like it is the most important thing in the world,
ignoring the annoyance,
finishing the story about my selfish mother,
which the improv team
will use to create their entire show.
Back stage, with a beer in hand,
I ask Eric if he could see
that my right eye is twitching.
"Not at all, bro," he said too quick.
Eric and the others went on stage,
I turned to a semi-famous comedian
and asked him; he shook his head.
I go sit in the back of the audience.