She was always the funny one. She was certainly, out of all of them, one of the most entertaining. Many envied her for this. Then one day she came with a different sensibility. A new mood within her prevailed. One day, she went to the slam, her name met with rapturous applause. She stepped up to the mic, and by way of introduction said..
This text is... sad
The crowd...laughed
I am very serious
They all laughed again (this time somewhat nervously)
She began. They only half listened. They did not hear her words. They laughed because they wanted to, needed to. More importantly, they expected to laugh. So regardless of what she said, they laughed and laughed and laughed again.
She paused, asked them
Why are you laughing?
(a few anxious giggles)
Are you listening to me? I am quite serious. This is a serious text.
(a confused smattering of chuckles)
Today I don't feel like being funny. Today I am sad
The crowd, the crowd did not feel comfortable with the sound of that. As she cotinued her text, they no longer laughed. There was a growing sense of tension, of unrest. When the next performer stepped to the mic, beginning with a funny introduction, a relieved laughter spilled through the audience again.
Meanwhile, she who had been on before, ordered a beer , stood alone at the bar. Applauding politely for the performer as he finished, she took a sip of her drink, lit a ciggarette, sighed inaudibly, before staring longingly at the door.
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