Open Mic

They called my name. Once, twice, thrice. I hesitated, surprised that my name was said outloud in the air.

“Oh that’s me!” I finally said.

Then I walked to the microphone and read. With practiced diligence, I read and looked up. I said the italicized words differently. I said the questions differently. Then I finished.

It was over.

It was my first time at open mic.

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