My first night on the big stage was at the Freckle Theatre. My manager convinced me that my act was worthy of the big stage, big lights, big audience.
Well two out of three isn’t so bad I guess. I got the stage and the lights at least.
My manager Errol was a man born full of ideas but little common sense.
My first night out as he referred to it was a disaster.
Though my mum said I had promise.
But I had been taught that if one person showed up and had paid for a ticket it was beholding of me to give them a show.
But playing to six paying folk was a disappointment in a theatre where six hundred would fit comfortably.
Nevertheless on I went, laboured through my routine to sporadic laughter and a final applause that was begrudgingly given.
Maybe mum’s suggestion of a life working in the bank might not be so bad after all.