Date: 9/27/2021
By Bito
I was in my old high school theatre. I was tasked with doing a speech. I can't remember the exact purpose or content of my speech but I was sitting among the audience waiting for my turn to go up before everyone and hand them this speech I didn't have planned. So while waiting for my turn, I found a small piece of paper and started making some points to talk about. The subject was graduation I believe. I felt satisfied with the points I made and thought I should just get over it. I get up on stage and I'm nervous but I'm keeping my cool. I start going through my points and it feels robotic. It was genuine. I felt like I was saying what people thought they wanted me to say. So I changed it up. I spoke honestly and straight forward. It felt alright. The alternative was to bomb the speech with the lousy prepared checklist. So I thought if anything, that speech was good damage control. Speech is over and I go back to my seat. Minutes later I have half a dozen people telling me how great my speech was. It was flattering they preferred my genuine words. I was back in Vancouver. My buddy Josh and I were in the back of a police car. The officers were a couple of cute young ladies and the car itself was a convertible. I don't know where they were taking us but we kept hitting dead ends. I asked the driver if she was lost. No response. I also remember the officers had coats that would normally say police in the back but instead read "driver" and "dealer".