I try not to stress too much these days. That’s one of the things that comes from learning from your mistakes, aka getting older. I used to stress out ALL THE TIME over the littlest things. Sometimes I catch myself growing a bit envious of people, which always leads to stress but I’m really working on that, too.
This week, with my ever-increasing, “don’t worry too much..it will all work out somehow” attitude, I lost one job but received 3 other offers (remember, I’m a freelancer so it can be quite dry at times). I also found a solution to the Jared Leto broken phone saga that saved me the nearly $800, 600 EUR, 5200 SEK that I would have spent on a new phone if I had not taken the time to be such research whore, rather than splurging on a new piece of electronicness. Yes, that’s a word. I just made it up. Ipso facto.
While I primarily work in “heavy metal”, my roots stretch back to classical, opera, and musicals. One of the perks of this business of music that I work in, is that you meet a lot of people who wear a lot of different hats and work with a lot of different companies and artists. In other words, it’s been a long time since I’ve had to buy a ticket to a concert. Trust me, it balances itself out. It’s a necessary perk to keep us all sane.
So, when I saw there was a gig coming to town that I actually was excited to see, I put out the feelers, even though I would have paid for this if I had to. I had not one, but two people come through for me, and as a direct result, had a failsafe and was able to score gratis tickets to see Sarah Brightman last night.
I’ve been waiting a long time to see her live. Anytime she’s been through any of my current locations, I’ve been on tour. It’s not that I hide my musical nerdom, it’s just that few people know how deep my passion for musicals, classical and opera runs.
The show was breathtaking. I had goosebumps nearly the entire time and was almost brought to tears at least twice. Even now, when I see Phantom of the Opera (which I treat myself to at least once a year in London or NYC, location pending on circumstances), when that chandelier goes up in that first scene and the organ starts with the theme song, I am a dribbling idiot. Not just teary, but full on cannot breathe, hyperventilating, uncontrollable, hysterical crying.
EVERY SINGLE TIME.
It moves me in a way nothing else can. So to get the chance to see the original Christine perform the theme to Phantom, as well as Time To Say Goodbye, O Mio Babbino Caro, Figlio Perduto, and Nessun Dorma, well… I almost threw up like 7 times due to emotional overflow. No lie. Proper dry heaves.
I noticed a few things during this show.
Number one: I Don’t have nearly enough LED lights in my clothes.
Actually, come to think of it, I don’t have ANY LED lights in my clothes.
You know who does?
I feel it is unacceptable after seeing the magnificence of what having LED lights in your dresses can do, that I do not have this in any of my dresses. Or any of my clothes for that matter. Here I am, walking around this Earth in nothing but non-LED light bearing clothes like a sucker, when THIS is a reality that I could be living. Well, sucker no more me, because I am officially hiring. If you feel that you are a skilled “putter of LED lights in clothes sewer person”, please contact me at email@example.com
Don’t bother though, unless you are prepared to “wow” me with your Cosplay costume (that girl has no legs!) or Katy Perry LED dress resume. I don’t have time for anything less than star quality. I mean, honestly. Would Sarah Brightman stand for anything less?
Exactly. So why should I?
Number two: I feel I’m not wearing nearly as many head ornaments as I could be.
How am I not ornating my head with such glorious everyday accessories like over the top tiaras and mock unicorn horns?
You know who is?
The most I have is some fake daisy like leather hair band. What am I? A peasant? How dare I not possess at least 7 different tiaras and Statue of Liberty headdresses. Hot-Lord-Thor-from-the-movie only knows how I have managed to skate by without some sort of weird crazy wiring system coming out of my back and head all of these years. It’s pathetic, is what it is. Well pathetic me no more, because I am also currently looking to hire someone to build me many, many head ornaments to go with my new LED infested clothing. No more walking around bare headed and unlit up like some regular shmo.
If you feel you possess any of the skills I am currently seeking, then please send a sample of your work, along with $100 for me to review and spend.
But E. Why do I have to I have to send you $100?
Look, do you want the job or not? I don’t have time for these silly questions. I’m too busy trying to redeem whatever self-respect I have left after realizing how futile my existence without LED lights and headdresses is.
You still don’t get it?
Ugh, I can’t believe I need to explain this.
The $100 goes towards lattes and new clothes so I can retail therapy my way into understanding.
It’s for all of us. Humanity, as a whole.
Good. Now chop chop.