#Open mics

[thesavageislander]

SiR -“Nothing Even Matters” (Live Performance) | Open Mic.

[dichotomoustessellations]

Trying to figure out wtf like open mics i can go to in or near providence on sundays or mondays

[ashwinkumar1989]

I Am Very Happy I Met You

This is a poem dedicated to author and poet Himangini Puri; whom I have had the pleasure of meeting thrice (twice in the last 8 months) when she hosted Poetry Open Mics organised by Mohit Kumar; Founder of the wonderful Mumbai-based art platform Hooted1ce. Here goes the content: I am very happy I met you Your poetry rings as true As Israel being the greatest thief in the world Brilliant, are…

[thecomedybook]

Always Leave the Audience Wanting More

Hi Dave – I was in a local open-mic comedy contest, and I’m upset about the way it was run. The show lasted way too long. The comedian who put it together had ten comics competing, and then four more after that. Three of them did 15 minutes and the last one went for over half an hour. I feel like it really wasn’t fair to the audience. The people I brought were getting tired and had to work the…

[manuelcrespoale]

Reseña: Nory Malugin. "A orillas del vuelo (y otras líneas inconclusas): Micropoemas". Publicación independiente, 2023; 16 páginas.

Este es el primer libro de Nory Malugin. Esta entrega ha sido altamente esperada. Malugin ha publicado anteriormente algunos de sus poemas en antologías y revistas. A diferencia de otros poemas que Malugin declama en los open mics del área noroeste de Puerto Rico, estos están escritos en el género de la micropoesía, un género harto de difícil para quienes lo han intentado alguna vez. En el…

[angela-yuriko-smith]

4 Paying Markets and a HWA Showcase Update

New #writingopportunities this week: HWA Poetry Showcase, All Women are Werewolves anthology, Trevor Project charity anthology, The Devil Take You, and SICK issue #5. Don't miss out on these paying markets and contests. Details!

Now that I do the weekly calendar send out of my events and all the authortunities I keep track of I thought I might stop doing the Monday broadcast. It feels a little redundant, but for everyone who doesn’t subscribe I still have important things to share so it needs to stay. If you haven’t subscribed to my weekly calendar send out yet, why not? For writers, it’s full of paying markets,…

[taylorhissed]

This halloween is just going to be a worldwide event of people walking around in adorable outfits saying “Hi Barbie!” to each other. What a time to be alive.

[bigolbadblog]

feedism is hilarious because it sounds so wildly wholesome in some regards. like oh you like making sure your partner eats well? or you like it when your partner does the same for you? you like eating together? what a fucking deviant. what a perv. i bet you probably like hand-making little cards that say "i love you" too, don't you, you absolute sex freak. wait no post cancelled i just thought about a feeder slipping romantic notes into generous packed lunches for their feedee every day and now i'm getting hard

[hecateslore]

LOOK! Gaz pics so y’all can stop using that tired ass “😟” photo.

[ksbeditor]

Meet Peter Lehndorff

Peter Lehndorff is one of fourteen acts to appear at the 2022 Falcon Ridge Folk Festival Thursday Night Music Stage. Peter Lehndorff is an integral member of the western Massachusetts music community. He is also a familiar face having volunteered for many years at Falcon Ridge Folk Festival. It’s high time to celebrate his presence among us and to simultaneously rejoice upon the release of his…

[braveblackbutterfly]

Random hobby question of the day (or night)

One of the many potential hobbies on my list is acting.

Now I'm not talking about acting as a professional/career goal. Even though I was one time considering voice acting. But anyways. I just mean acting for fun, like a hobby or something similar.

Does anybody have any experience acting for fun and places or events where you went to act for fun?

I'm going to make another post about another hobby sometime tomorrow. I'm really trying to narrow down my list of hobbies.

[tarotphil]

so what is everyone’s job going to be on the AmazingPhil commune

[care666bear]

[steddieas-shegoes]

your heart sings to mine

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'open mic night' rated: M wc: 992 cw: alcohol, implied/referenced recreational drug use tags: mutual pining, idiots to lovers, love confessions in the rain

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The bar didn’t call it karaoke night because they were hoping to attract talent.

At least that’s what the owner said when they arrived, ready to sign up for a song.

Steve sighed in relief, and Robin quickly got over it when she saw the list of people singing.

Eddie, of course, still added his name, much to the bar owner’s disgust and disappointment.

And now they were waiting through a line of mediocre at best singers, who probably only signed up because someone told them once that they had a nice voice.

"This woman knows that professionals have to be able to hit the notes, right?" Robin asked Steve, her face giving away her displeasure.

"I think she thinks she is a professional," Steve replied, wincing as the woman's voice cracked.

"I think I can at least hit the notes in the song I picked," Eddie grinned. "Promise not to boo me off the stage if I don't, though."

He was teasing; He had an actual band that he actually performed on stage with once a week. He would not only hit all the notes, but probably put on a hell of a show.

Steve was a little worried about that.

He'd only been to two Corroded Coffin shows before; The first was an accident when he was a senior, before he knew Eddie, and the second was with Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy shortly after Eddie was cleared to do regular activities again.

That show had been quite a life changing event for Steve.

It's not that he hadn't noticed his attraction to Eddie before, it's just that it was more on the backburner.

But seeing him on stage, lighting up the bar, becoming this huge figure while still maintaining his casual act of being the town outcast, Steve realized this wasn't just attraction.

This was the kind of feeling that happens when you aren't paying attention, when you think you know how you feel and then get hit with the moment.

That was over a month ago and Steve hadn't said anything to Eddie.

Nancy, of all people, had been the one to notice. She pulled him aside that night and asked him if he was sure.

And he wasn't. Not then, not now.

He was sure of his feelings, but not Eddie's.

"Eddie Munson!" the person handling the list called into the microphone.

"Cheer extra loud for me," Eddie winked at Steve as he got up and ran to the stage.

As if there was any chance Steve wouldn't.

The song started and Steve froze.

Head Over Heels was the last thing he expected to hear, and for a moment, he thought they mixed up Eddie's chosen song with someone else's.

But Eddie smiled into the microphone and started singing right on cue.

"Oh boy," Robin said from next to him.

Steve couldn't say anything.

All he could do was sit and watch and listen.

Eddie sang beautifully, his slightly rough voice adding an edge to a song that otherwise didn't have one at all.

When it ended, Steve stood up from his seat abruptly, needing fresh air, maybe a smoke.

The beer he'd been drinking wasn't doing it.

As he made his way outside, he pulled the joint Eddie had rolled for them to share out of his pocket, ready to light it.

He didn't smoke often, but this felt like the right time.

The rain pouring down outside didn't deter him from going, he knew he had a change of clothes in his trunk and he was willing to risk catching a cold if it meant having a moment outside alone.

But he was only alone for a moment.

He turned when the side door banged open, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Eddie's head turning from side to side to look for him.

"Steve!" Eddie said when he saw him against the wall of the opposite building. "Did you not like the song?"

He looked hurt.

Steve hated when he looked like that.

"No, I loved it," he said, doing his best to bite back the 'I love you' that wanted to pour from his mouth.

"Oh. Good," Eddie said, relaxing. "Why are you out here getting wet then?"

"Just needed some air."

Eddie frowned.

"Are you feeling sick? I can drive us back, I only had one drink."

"No, no. That's not it."

"What is it then?"

And Steve couldn't lie to him. He couldn't look at the vulnerability in Eddie's eyes, and think about the way he just sang Steve's favorite song on stage in front of at least 50 people, and lie.

"Why did you sing that song?" he finally asked.

"What? Because you like it," Eddie said, looking down at his shoes.

"But...why? Why does it matter if I like the song you sing at open mic night?"

"Because I want you to like me."

His voice broke and so did Steve's heart.

Steve dropped the joint on the ground, closed the distance between them, cupped Eddie's face in his hands, and kissed him.

It was wet from the rain, wet from Steve's tongue.

Wet from the tears he hadn't realized were falling from his eyes.

When he pulled away, Eddie was staring at him with wide eyes, his lips red from the hard kiss.

"I love you, Eddie. Before the song, even."

"You-"

"Yeah."

"I think I blacked out."

"You didn't," Steve huffed a laugh.

"No I had to. Because there's no way you just said-"

"I did. I do. I love you."

"I just sang Tears For Fears in public for you. In front of people. On a stage. I think it's pretty clear I love you too," Eddie smirked.

They kissed again, for so long that their clothes were soaked through, long enough that Robin came to find them and yelled at them to get a room.

The back of Steve's car was good enough for now.

[manuelcrespoale]

¡Se pasó espectacular en el open mic de Q Radio el pasado 20 de abril! 📚📖🎤💯

Gracias a Alexis por la foto. 📷