Write about: the entertainer.
So about yesterday's adventures. You didn't think that escaped video capture, did you?
That is only a very, very small portion of his on again off again performance. One of the better bits, certainly, but definitely not the best.
I have a longer video as well, but there's a lot of breaks and distraction in that one, so I figured I'd just share this one.
The dressing room is cramped and poorly insulated. I can hear every word the idiot going on before me is saying. I'd really rather not, but at least I know I don't have a hard act to follow.
I light another cigarette and wish there was a window to open. No such luck, but I'd known that from the moment I walked through the doorway. From the smell of the place, previous occupants didn't have my knack for dealing with preshow jitters.
You'd think the least they could have managed was to eat something a little less foul for their last meal before hitting the stage.
My notes are scrawled across the flash cards in my jacket pocket but I don't bother pulling them out. I've done this enough. Preparing the cards is just part of the routine, as ingrained as the four smoke minimum, but not as necessary.
My opening act finishes up to a round of thunderous silence. I crack my neck, decide against sipping the glass of water I'd found waiting for me when I arrived (Tap water? Seriously?), and head for the door.
Let's get this over with.