The anticipation was exquisite – and agonizing. I had rehearsed it a hundred times in my head, imaging what I would say, how I would feel.
That night, I got a beer, hoping it would give me liquid courage. Two sips in I thought better of it, fearing nausea instead.
Then he flashed a gorgeous smile, said my name, extended his hand. I moved toward him…
There I was: the newbie, first up at the mic, center stage for The Moth’s Story Slam at World Cafe Live in Philadelphia.
- I told no one I was doing this. As we walked into World Cafe Live, I confessed to R. I might put my name into the hat. I wasn’t really counting on being first.
- After the fact, everyone who heard I had told a story about hair had the same reaction: “of course!” After all, I have so many hair-related stories to tell. Most people didn’t see this one coming.
- My dad is maybe the only person who knew the whole tale. He nodded thoughtfully when I told him about my adventure. “You were so serious in that conversation,” he recalled. “You really wanted to think about what I was saying to you… And, yeah, that kid was trouble.”
I would totally do this again. The vibe is terrific. The stories, some combination of charming, funny, moving and brave. And if you aren’t already a fan of The Moth, get thee to a pod cast or NPR.