opened it up. It was a scrapbook of
everything I had ever done, every
time my name was mentioned in a
newspaper, everything from
magazine covers to the tiniest club
listings, from the beginning of my
career all the way through to that
week. He was smiling so big as he
took me through it, looking at the
headlines. “Trevor Noah Appearing
This Saturday at the Blues Room.”
“Trevor Noah Hosting New TV
Show.”
I felt a flood of emotions
rushing through me. It was
everything I could do not to start
crying. It felt like this ten-year gap