The final reading and Q&A of Too Darn Hot. Six hours from now. In seven hours the whole thing will be over.
I did a rehearsal about two hours ago and it was horrible. I hadn’t looked at the piece since I did it at Borders. The second time I read it aloud it was better.
I’m not as nervous as I was before the Borders reading. But I’m nervous. I know the dry mouth thing will happen and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
This time I have to take two ferries to get to where I have to go. Sag Harbor. For those of you who don’t know where that is it’s the South Fork on Long Island, New York. This is a resort town. Crowded as hell. But who will want to go to a reading on a Saturday at six o’clock? Won’t people be having drinks at that hour?
Same old worry. No one will come, but who cares because I’m terrified of reading to people anyway. That’s not quite true. Don’t feel terrified this time. Still, I wish it was seven and I was going off to dinner with my friends.
Yes, I’m grateful and pleased that I was asked to read at Canios. But I’ll be more pleased when I can look back on it. Unless something awful happens. Oh, no. It won’t, will it?
I’m thinking of all the horrible things that could take place. Use your imagination. Awful, isn’t it?
Aren’t you glad this is the last one?