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‘How did I end up here?’ thinks thisisalloneword ‘This is not a good idea’. These phrases are repeated, the evening mantras, over and over again as he stands, sometimes sits, always shaking, backstage at the comedy night.
It was Fox’s fault, if blame need be assigned, he was the one who decided that they should both attempt to get through a night alive performing stand up. This isn’t even one of those free-to-get-in try out nights that they have in pub back rooms. This is a proper night of quality entertainment.
Thisisalloneword has no plan, no jokes, no ideas, nothing close to hand except fear. Maybe fear will help? No. Hell no. OK, maybe crowd expectations are very low and he can get booed off along with everyone else that night – who else is on? He checks out front of stage; and why, it’s Sarah Silverman giving good comedy and playing a mean jazz trombone. She duets with Dylan Moran playing tuba and the music is not only beautiful but it’s actually somehow funny at the same time. How is that even possible?
Thisisalloneword runs away, back to the safety of a small dressing room. Where’d Fox go?
He passes the compare who is obviously on some weird awesome comedy high because he did the last link whilst undressing completely. Yes, nakedness is funny. That’s not a good idea for thisisalloneword though because the site of a naked fearful stand up refusing to say anything is not cool, not cool.
What the hell can he say? His mind is blank. He walks towards the stage. The fear is changing to a masochistic curiosity.
He passes out.