Audience Of One  

I am a performer by nature. It's why I've danced since the age of three, always volunteered for my sorority's rush skits, and probably the reason why I began blogging. But lately, I've started performing for a new audience...

A rather small audience...

An audience of just one.

Her-



My "performances" often include singing in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, flapping my arms and dancing around, and contorting my face into odd expressions. Most of the time, I hold these impromptu exploits in the privacy of our own home. Sometimes, however, they become necessary in my car at a red light, or even in a public restroom. That's when my usually-applauded feats get rather bizarre looks from those who may have unintentionally stumbled upon us.

Although the majority of my exhibitions are solos, it isn't unheard of to see me performing a duet or trio. These group pieces are most often done alongside other like-minded (re: crazy) women. Usually, our "troupe" performs behind the lense of a camera. Our actions are never the moments captured on film. They are the stunts that lead to the most-memorable of pictures.

While I was still a veritable novice at this particular type of performance art, my audience of one usually just stared blankly at me. After a few months, my audience became far more receptive to my skills and began smiling back at me. Now, I can usually elicit not only a few hand claps, but sometimes a standing ovation as well. I must be very talented, indeed.