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Walking by the streets on winter evenings are great as well as quivering. The car was out for service, so I decided walking to the venue. It was just a mile away from my house.
Almost more than halfway through to the venue, and I could
already sense the vibe of something energetic. It was like as if the comedian
has taken over the atmosphere. I could hear those faded laughs from a distance.
I could barely hear the jokes Mr Joe was cracking for the audience but I could
clearly imagine how hilarious it could be. I showed my pass at the entry to get
inside.
As I got closer to the arena, those vibes took over my nerves
too.
I wish my client from the clinic was here. It would have
definitely helped him a lot. But keeping my professional sentiments aside, I
stepped inside for my personal recreation.
AND I HAD THE FLOOR SWEPT OFF MY FEET.
I WAS DUMB STRUCK.
That voice, that fur coat and every minimal details I noticed
during the day.
It was the same person.
My unexpected client. My “DEPRESSED IN LOVE” client. I
literally invited him to his own show. I just went to my seat and started
wondering about what was exactly happening.
The person a.k.a the great comedian Kevin Joe came to my
clinic earlier wondering if I could help him get out of his existential crisis.
I tried asking him about his life. But he preferred keeping it to himself. He
tells me how he has given up on emotions and attachments, how he has been a
failure in love and how he is afraid that he can never express it to people he
cares for again. The society is too rigid to believe a comedian is going
through depression. Aware of this, he never disclosed his identity to me
fearing I would judge him the same way.
Looking him performing on-stage, with glitter in his eyes, the passion to put a smile on the audiences’ face, something that he couldn’t get for himself. It takes boldness to put up a show despite being emotionally ruined at the same time. Seems it was him who came for therapy but it turned out to be me who learned a thing or two about life.
Looking him performing on-stage, with glitter in his eyes, the passion to put a smile on the audiences’ face, something that he couldn’t get for himself. It takes boldness to put up a show despite being emotionally ruined at the same time. Seems it was him who came for therapy but it turned out to be me who learned a thing or two about life.
How can you put a brave face and don’t let the problems hamper your job?
I was perhaps wrong about him. The person who I met didn’t
seem strong enough to turn up to a show and make a sell-out audience laugh. I
was so lost in my thoughts that I missed the majority of the show. It was
finally when I paid attention to how good he actually was.
The audience were left in splits. He was taking all of the applauds. I wish someone in the audience could get what was actually running into his mind. He went on adding some 10-15 minutes to the show as a sign of gratitude because it was his first time performing here. The audience gave him a standing ovation for the show he did. He claimed his experience as extravagant and wished he could spend more time with this city.
The audience were left in splits. He was taking all of the applauds. I wish someone in the audience could get what was actually running into his mind. He went on adding some 10-15 minutes to the show as a sign of gratitude because it was his first time performing here. The audience gave him a standing ovation for the show he did. He claimed his experience as extravagant and wished he could spend more time with this city.
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