MY little BROWN BOOK

A Gig For Angie

You told me you would show up

It was only a five minute set,

I was just one act, one voice.

I had to make you promise to be there

Begging is the worst kind of leverage

I walked to the venue with a sandstorm in my mouth

Thieves running up and down my stomach linen

Carpenters working overtime on my breaths

Basements flooding in my pupils

The cold was only doing it's job

The artists all peacocked in the same room

We blushed each other by trading adjectives

We're all waiting for our name to be called

We're all dreading that our name will be called

We all have people we want in the audience

I go out last to the mic and I know I'm kind of special

The crowd knows me but I didn't invite any of them

I invited you

These words were hand picked just for you

My song sounded good to my own ears

Standing ovation and I love them all

This crowd is really good looking

I bow and then it's over

Back in the room the other artist love me

They say I'm "dope" and I try not to peacock

After the invite to an after party, I met her

You didn't come and I wasn't mad

She said she liked my song and asked my motivation

I couldn't tell her it was you

Everyone is doing shots now

I told her my motivation was aspirin

The name of my song was "Pain Kill Her"

It sounded like "Painkiller" to her

It sounded like nothing to you

You told me you would show up...

It feels good to just extract memories and share them with you.

I have been reading works by other Wattpad writers

and corresponding with members

who inspire me to do well.

Thank you for

showing up

to my

gig