I finally got a chance to download and edit my 1-minute play from Gi60's night of tiny plays.  It's something I had in the slush pile, a quick sketch that I trimmed it down to a minute (or so).  It got to open the show, which was great and kinda logical, since it's a parody of a rock show open.  I wish the sound was better; the venue had difficulty with the audio and Gi60 had their own equipment on hand to record it all.  I would have liked to get the original feed so I could have edited it as a "multi-camera" video.  

I didn't attend in person, the theater since had strict COVID protocols still in place and I just didn't want to deal with it.  I watched online, but as I said, the sound was terrible.  I finally got the link and checked it out.  It goes by quick, and there is "interaction" with the audience, so I slipped in some subtitles.  It's a fun, goofy piece.  I hope you enjoy it.

I'm finally getting around to posting the video of the production of my 1-minute version of "Countdown to Love" aka "Countdown to Valentines" aka "The CPHCCVDMF."  This is from October, 2021. 

I really liked the original version of the script that I had written for "TMI: Hollywood" years earlier.  It didn't get used there.  I turned it into a monologue for my friend's annual Valentine's Day night of monologues for the following year and, as luck would have it, that year she didn't do it.  Then I reconnected with a group of friends from my "Pen to Stage" days on Facebook.  They announced they were accepting short works for their annual night of 1-minute plays.  They have been doing it for years, and I was not really aware of it.  So, I pulled out the short monologue, re-inserted the cable TV executive and, ta-da, "Countdown to Love."

Because of the pandemic, I didn't attend in person, but I streamed it live at home.  It was an eclectic night of material.  Towards the end of the show, my piece came up, and it was perfectly cast.  Two of my old Pen-to-Stage cohorts, Joan Lunoe and Mickey Ryan were cast in it.  When I dropped a note to the director, Rose Bonczek, also from Pen-to-Stage, to thank her and compliment the job she did and the casting, she told me "how could I not cast them!"  It was like old times!  

Here, for your brief viewing pleasure is "Countdown to Love."

ETA: Months later, I remember to add the YouTube link...

Okay, so here's the thing; last night I attended an event hosted by ComedyWire, it was an open mic night for the stand-up comics  and writers on the site.  They were offering 15 slots of 3 minutes each.  And people could just come in an hang, as well.  I thought it would be a good way to network and meet important people from the company.  It was not.
 
First, when I got to the club they were holding the event in, there was a long line to get in.  After I reached the front, I was asked my name by a guy with a list.  I mean, there were a lot of people, but the site is pretty popular. “Good thing I RSVP-ed,” I thought to myself as the guy looked up my name on the list.  It wasn’t there. 
 
“Is this the ComedyWire event?” I asked.  It was not.  I had to go downstairs.  Oh.  OK.
 
Downstairs, there were far fewer people, arranged as so: One person at each table, each looking at their cell phone.  “Oh, my,” I mused, “Are there 15 people here?”  I considered the possibility that if there weren’t, they might grab people out of the audience to do a set (This is foreshadowing).
 
Once I entered the room, the person in charge said something like “Make sure you sign in!”  Every workshop and group I’ve gone to always has an attendance sheet.  So I signed it.
 
Drinks were on the company, so I was sitting with another writer/performer who was set to go up and I mentioned that I was there to be the audience, after all, somebody had to do it.
 
So, I’m drinking my beer and enjoying the show.  It was an interesting mix.  Some came prepared.  Others had notes.  Some had good jokes, but no delivery.  Others had stage presence but not good material.  As they pulled names out of the hat for the 3rd batch of performers, my name was called.  “No!” I blurted out.  No one heard, except Aaron who I was seated with.  “Do it,” he said. Meanwhile, my nerd brain decides to note that this is just like “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.”
 
My brain was slipping gears as I desperately attempted to figure out how to play this.  I supposed I could have just run over to the woman calling out the names that my name was in there in error.  That would have been the sensible thing to do.  Instead, when my name got called, I took the stage.
 
“There’s been a horrible mistake,” I announced.  “I thought I had signed an attendance sheet.  I shouldn’t be up here, I’m a writer guy.  A writer guy!”
 
I looked out at the audience and couldn’t see a thing.  The spot light was right on me.  I’m pretty sure I shielded my eyes at first.  After that, it gets fuzzy. 

I wish I could state that I rose to the occasion.  I did not.  I pulled out my “I’m from New York City.  Downtown NY.  Very downtown—I live in Staten Island, okay?” intro that's on all my bios that i submit. I did a butchered version of my ferry concept, “I ride a boat into the city everyday like our explorers did…”  I think I meant “forefathers” or “ancestors.”  These are things I remembered from the time I was in a "Funniest Staten Islander" contest back in the 90s.  I then announced it was my birthday “tomorrow” and got a round of applause but didn’t joke about it as a way to eat up time.  I announced my age.  Stated I’m a grandfather and said basically I’m writing stuff for my grandkids now, like “Why was the chick standing on the curb?  Because it wasn’t allowed to cross the road without an adult.”  Anyway, that’s how the joke is supposed to go.  I’m not sure what I blurted out exactly.  I blanked bad.  All the jokes I’ve written, all the time’s I’ve imagined getting up on stage and I just babbled on.  The woman running the night then called out “You don’t have to use all the time” and I quickly concurred.  I didn’t say anything witty like “I hereby yield my time to--” I just apologized again and said, “let’s get a real comic up here!  Thanks!” Or words to that effect. Then I slunk off the stage.
 
Aaron said I did a solid minute and a half.  Seemed longer.
 
Naturally, as a writer, I’ve totally re-written the scene in my head.  I’m remembering the fantasy set I’ve thought about time and time again if I ever did stand-up again.  I thought of old jokes and new jokes.  I remembered the knock-knock joke I thought for my grandson.  All of which reminds me of what I discovered last time I preformed stand-up.  I’m more comfortable behind the keyboard than the mic.  I’m not quick enough on my feet to man a stage.  There I was, the first time on stage since that karaoke night on the cruise ship (which would have been a good set-up with me just adding “I killed.”).  I was goofily panicked but not nervous.  I noticed one guy’s hand shaking as he kept pulling out his list.  It didn’t feel like that.  It felt safe.  Like you were among colleagues and not a hostile audience.  I wish I had done better.  I wish I had thought to take a selfie of me on stage.  I wish it could have been a fantasy-come-true moment for me.  But, then, hey, I’m a writer; it will be.  ​

TMI Hollywood uploaded their latest two shows and I had a bit in each, so here they are:

And here are the scripts they were based on: