Maybe I'm not supposed to be Famous...

After the show. I walk into the bar across the street. Feeling good about the evening. I had fun. The audience was awesome. I'd hugged my friends goodbye and now it was time to make an appearance .

I open the door. Faces turn towards me. And everyone starts applauding.

There's nothing like "Firsts".

First Kiss.
First Car.
First Sex.
First Orgasm.
First A on a math test (College for me kids)
First Apartment.

First Time Walking into a Bar Full of Strangers and receiving an Ovation.

Damn. It feels good to be a gangsta. Now.
At the moment...completely terrified. And Awkward. And Off Balance.
But I guess I felt the same for all of the above.
huh.