For
my second creative event, I went to the Auburn Christian Fellowship’s Open Mic
Night on April 19. Again, I wasn’t inspired in the way that I am often inspired
by good music or visually engaging artwork, but I was inspired for writing
nonetheless. When I got to ACF, the first acts had already started and the
whole close-knit community of ACF was there, along with many others. The small
building was packed out with people sitting all over the place, on couches and
chairs and standing in the back. I found some people I knew then started paying
attention to the young girl on the piano performing through the loud, incessant
talking and laughing drowning her out. It also didn’t help that she was very
timid and was barely singing into the microphone, and when she was, it was
impossible to make out the actual words, if it truly was words she was
attempting. During her set, and many other times throughout the night, the
super supportive people would share a collective “shh!” and things would quite
down, though usually it lasted less than a minute. Regardless of who was paying
attention or how many times the performer made a mistake, the applause when the
set was over would be unanimous and excited, forcing a smile on the nervous
person leaving the stage.
One
performance that was especially eye opening was when two young men wearing
bandanas performed a rap in which it was completely impossible to understand a
word. They fumbled over their obviously unpracticed lines and were rarely in
synch with the beat the entire song. The crowd, however, was on their feet and
laughing and clapping with the beat, encouraging them with yells of approval.
When it was finally over, the two guys left the stage beaming and I had to wait
my turn to talk to them because so many people got to them first and told them
how amazing they were. The performers actually smiled and took the compliments
like they deserved them.
I
realized that the whole night had very little to do with art or performance and
a lot to do with community. No one cared about someone actually being able to
sing or do magic or tell a funny joke, they were just proud of their friends
for getting on the stage. I’m sure I’ll be able to use that theme in a story at
some point and I was glad I went; It was a refreshing way to look at the arts.
I learned that they didn’t have to be taken so seriously and that art is even
more diverse than I thought it was. It can be used as a tool to simply bring
people together.