I couldn't avoid rejection.

I was laying on the tracks in front of the R-train.

Open mic for the very first time.

I was actively inviting rejection.

From a room full of strangers.

People who don't care about me.

Don't care whether I bomb or kill.

People who came here to laugh.

To be in the same room.

To breathe the same air.

The room that provides instantaneous feedback.

The room that I still can't avoid.