My Mortified Performance

On May 14 and 15, I got on stage in front of total strangers to read journal entries I wrote at 14 years old. Fortunately for all of you, my dad went old school and came to the show clad with a tripod in order to record my reading. I will preface what you're about to see with two things: 1) everything you hear is 110% authentic. Nothing was made up or embellished, and I am basically the same person 15 years later and 2) I actually feel I delivered a stronger performance the second night, but my dad only graced me with the tripod once so I have no evidence of that. So, without further adieu, I give you Emma at 14: