I gigged this evening with the super girl fun band "The Mary Anns." The club was packed. I should have been happy. But I think I was having an off night. I didn't feel particularly social. The highlight of my evening, strangely enough was texting and chatting with a good friend on my cell phone from the backstage steps near the kitchen. There was the smell of french fry oil, blaring mariachi music, and the clatter of dishes while I tried to hear what she was saying. We didn't say anything particularly important or hit any weighty conversation topics. Nonetheless I felt ready to roll after we got off the phone.
We're gearing up to hit the road this week. I'm performing for the first time in New York which in itself shouldn't be that big of a deal but for some reason it is. First, I'm taking my entire band, secondly two people in the band have never been there and finally its NYC for goodness sake!
I'm excited. Its something akin to that nervousness on Christmas eve when I was nine years old. The anticipation, the worry that everything wouldn't turn out the way I expected or that all my dreams would come true.
Fortunately, I'm an optimist. Unfortunately, I'm also a realist. The trick is finding the balance between those two perspectives.
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