Hey you! Diva at the open mic. I smiled all the way through your set cheering you on because I was sitting in the front row and would be a jerk if I didn’t. Although, I really couldn’t stand you… but never mind that. You had confidence. People in the audience started laughing, but not at you! You got nervous and asked why they were laughing and were told the reason, not you. You were done, good job! Another nervous open mic-er went up. Acoustic. You laughed so loud, uncontrollably with your friend while looking at your iPhone during his quiet set. What the shit girl? I tried to give you death glares, but just looked down feeling uncomfortable. You’re an ass.
Open Mic Diva
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