September 9, 2009
An e-mail thank you letter from my first performance for Catch a Rising Star at Broadway Comedy Club led to a guest spot for another Catch a Rising Star show at the same club. The guest spot is nice. No bringing, no barking, just a stress-free opportunity to show up and perform.
The audience was a modest twenty people, but considering I didn’t have to bring anyone, it was more than enough for the price of free.
Only three comics were participating in the competition portion of the program, which I assumed should have had more contestants, but not everyone is willing to bring.
The host, James, was a generic black guy doing some generic black guy jokes. He came across as a friendly and personable, but not the more sought out comedian adjectives of good, funny, or the creme de la crème: hilarious. Although I told him my name and how to pronounce it, he botched my introduction. I am again considering using a stage name.
Even without being part of the competition and having no friends there to impress, I was nervous. I spent half my set walking on top of the cord, unable to navigate the stage independently. I swallowed a few punchlines since I wasn’t breathing often. All in all, a disappointing performance.
Obviously, I wish I had done better. Especially because this could have been a chance for the Catch A Rising Star people to look at me as someone to call on when there are spots to be filled. But I’m starting to realize it’s a long road that is going to require something I’m not well-versed in: patience.
On the bright side, I may have the look for the part. I met a clown-by-day and comic-by-night named Sassi who runs a Friday happy hour open mic. After just meeting me she said, “well, you look funny.”
I replied that, “outside of this current circumstance, I would take that as an insult. But considering where we are, thank you.”
An Amateur Comedian in New York 
hey, stumbled on your blog..are you still doing comedy?
Yes, just haven’t been blogging about it.