When one knows members of the audience,
The show will inexplicably feel fraught,
And one feels one can tell the difference
Between an friendly crowd and one that’s not.

Your ears are tuned to laughter and your eyes
Are drawn to those with hands against their faces
Contorted with despair or with surprise,
As they’re put through their sentimental paces.

But when the signs are indisputable:
The audience is actually enjoying
Delusions become much more suitable,
And kind to stories ready for retelling.

For we whose friends are obviously proud,
We’ll grin in what few moments it’s allowed.