Once a month the Cafe has a big performance and I was a contestant. I've been working on my poem for a few weeks and the next day is show time.
Jane, came and sat next to me. She asked why am I so focused, so I explained to her my performance is tomorrow and would love for her to attend.
She read my poem and complimented me on it.
She begin to say
"The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still..."
And I finished it off with her
"and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom." a poem by the great, Maya Angelou.
We stared with infatuation for knowing such a great poet & poem.
We shared many of our poems, it was helping with my confidence for the next day.
Hours passed and the shop closed and Jane left.
The Next Day which is performance day. Jane hasn't shown up as of yet, believing she'll come when I'm on stage or right before they call my name. The cafe owner notifies me that I'll be next on stage. Bubble guts began to kick in. "May I have your attention, an upcoming poet who goes by the name New Era will perform his very first, welcome NEW ERA!" the host announce. My hands are sweating, spotlight blinding my eyes, trying to figure out where is Jane. I performed my poem and the audience went wild, as I scanned the crowd for Jane, she couldn't be found. She never showed up, people applauded me for doing such a great job but I was unhappy because she wasn't there.
