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.