I reworked Love letter #1 and turned it into this. This was what I was going to read, but after three lines I froze. I froze and stood their silent until the judge said “time,” about five times. So I stood there for 3 minutes. Wow. That was a bit embarrassing, but it was actually great. I got off that stage and got about 20 hugs and everyone clapped. I also feel like I still accomplished something cool, and now I have a great story, and I met allot of amazing and very supportive artists. So my next reading is April 28th. I know I can do it and have my paper before me if I need it, but I do not think I will. So that went well, depending on how you look at it. I think it was probably more painful for the people watching then for me. So there you go, I am a performance artist. Sort of.