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Mr. Wavelength - Part Two: Female John Lennon

Diary Entry No. 2

Diary entries from my personal experiences in the “Music Industry”

Dear Readers,

Back to what I was saying in Part One... Keep in mind that we are still in the month of November.

It had been two days since I sent Mr. Wavelength the answers to his questionnaire along with the private Soundcloud link to my whole album. I still hadn’t heard back from him and I was getting anxious to know his thoughts on the rest of the nine songs. This time, I wasn’t going to be there to see his reaction but I knew that my music would speak for itself and I could see him getting lost to them in my mind. That is, if he ever listens to them... Why haven’t I heard back from him? I decided to call it a night and go to bed in hopes that the sooner tomorrow came, the sooner I’d hear back from him.

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing. With one eye opened, I looked at the screen to see that Ms. Louboutin was calling; the person who got Mr. Wavelength and I in contact in the first place. Why is she calling me at this hour? Very random and out of the ordinary but I didn’t think much of it because I adored talking with her. Her personality was larger than life and she was gifted to able to talk to anyone about anything. She could get absolutely anyone, and I mean anyone, to divulge their entire life story, if she willed. She would make friends, anywhere and everywhere she went. She was that someone you could talk to for hours on end and never get bored. Did I mention that she’s trilingual?Oh, and the way she speaks with this over-the-top enthusiasm is the best of all! Wherever you went with her, strangers would gravitate towards her and the entertainment would begin! Within minutes the three languages would come out to play and you could hear her contagious laughter amusing everyone. She was a riot.

“Good morning Ms. Louboutin, what’s up?” “Lala! Sweetie! Good morning my love! I don’t know what you did to Mr. Wavelength but he is completely hysterical! He called me bawling his freakin’ eyes out over your music! And, I mean, fully bawling. He could barely breathe, he was crying so hard!”

“W-w-wait... what? Hold on, what happened?” I sat straight up in my bed, fully attentive. I was now completely awake. Someone kept texting me but I was too focused on what Ms. Louboutin was saying to see who it was. “He called me and for the first few minutes, I was just listening to him crying hysterically! I was trying to calm him down...Fuck, I thought something horrible happened and then he began thanking me over and over for introducing you to him! Sweetie, I’ve never seen him like this. He mentioned that he listened to your album and the more he listened, the more and harder he cried...and then he said something about your song River Banks but I couldn’t understand him through the sobbing”

“What! Why was he crying?!” “I have no idea! He didn’t even know why he was crying! He said that something came over him and that he was completely beside himself. He’s going to Vegas in a few days, by the way! Have you spoken to him today?” “No, I haven’t spoke to him since two days ago! I’m so confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?... I can’t believe he was crying like this! What do you think?” “I don’t know Honey, but I’ve really never seen him like this and I’ve known him for 20 years! Sweetie, I gotta go!” “What is happening!? Okay, okay! Thank you for telling me! I wonder if I’ll hear from him today...” “I’m sure you will! Love you Sweetie! Speak soon, bye!” “Love you too! Bye”

I put my phone down on my bed and just stared at the white wall in front of me, trying to comprehend the information I just received. What the actual fuck though? All I could take from this is that, he entered fully into my mind. It seems that he listened the whole album, the way he listened to the five first songs I showed him - completely engaged and open-minded. He allowed the songs to flow through him like he was a vessel for their sound waves to dance through. It must have been such a sight seeing him cry hysterically like that in his sun lit apartment...Wait, can we back up for a second here. He was crying like this over my songs? MY SONGS? I don’t know what to make of this. My phone chimed again so, I picked it up to see who was texting me. Want to take a wild guess who it was? Yes, you are correct. It was Mr. Wavelength. I swipe right and unlock my phone. I opened my text messages and I see this,

"My God Lala... I have just listened to River Banks and I can't stop crying... I Don't know what is happening to me! Hahahaha c'est tellement bon!!!!"

"I wanna work with you! You are an angel sent to me by the universe. You have a very beautiful voice!!! I definitely need to see you before Vegas please. This week"

"You are the female John Lennon of the New generation!!!"

“I’m having so much fun working on a plan! :-)”

“I will get back to you at the end of the day. Trying to re-organize some meetings so that I could see you before I leave!”

“I have lots of questions. I want to connect more with you.”

Naturally, I was beyond thrilled. I knew that what I was planning was a game changer... I was building an empire and he saw that too. Okay, so, now the he heard the album and had this kind of a reaction, I think it is safe to say that my search for a music manager was over, right? All those months waiting were totally worth it. I quickly answered back and by the end of the day, we had scheduled to meet on Friday (November 13th) at 3:00PM at this little Cafe near his apartment. I couldn’t wait for Friday. The next three days couldn’t have gone by any slower. Each day was a killer but I knew that on Friday I’d be meeting with MY manager. I had a manager. My very own manager who wholeheartedly believed in me to the point that I was an angel sent to him. Looks like the cranberry coloured shirts and the purple kleenex box knew all along that this was the plan...

Friday came and my mom and I met him at the little cafe where we spoke for hours. When we got there the sun was shinning and once we left it dark without either of any of us realizing. Mr. Wavelength and I were so focused on each other that nothing else mattered. We spoke about the world I envisioned, my plans, my ideas, the spiritual world and my music. He asked me many, many questions, as he desperately needed to know more. You should have seen the way we interacted! It was like the moment I let him into a thought of mine, he connected to it and began to see my thoughts in his own mind. We were finishing each other's sentences before we knew it, saying things at the same time and building off each other's ideas like I've never experienced before. It was a none-stop intense conversation for hours... we really were on the same wavelength. This man really saw me and it began to terrify him. He wholeheartedly believed that I was a godsend and that I was the artist he had been praying for. He kept telling me how over the past few months, he kept seeing signs from the Universe that kept pointing him in my direction and apologized so many times for vanishing the way he did. The conversation took a turn at this point and he began to explain the darkness in his eyes.The following topics discussed were very emotional for him to speak about but he felt compelled to tell me them. He told me all about his childhood, his father, his mother, and his life. I finally understood him. In a lot of ways I could relate to him, and in the ways that I couldn’t, I could feel his pain telepathically. I am an extremely empathic person who can feel the hidden emotions that people conceal from the outside world. I’ve always been like and as I child, I always wondered why people were so sad or why people would lie all the time. I could feel their dishonesty, I could feel the happiness of others, I could feel all the emotions on the spectrum which, allowed me to understand even the darkest of things. The conversation went from his life to an artist that he was currently working with. This artist, this young man, was a very troubled man. He was a drug addict with hardly any family or support and was throwing his career away every time he shot up. He would tell Mr. Wavelength his views of the world which, Mr. Wavelength couldn’t understand. This young man viewed the world through the eyes of evil, negativity and corruption. He was only capable of seeing these truths and didn’t want to live in a world like this. He tried to explain it to Mr. Wavelength, the one person who took him in and let him to live on his couch for a week, but it fell of deaf ears. Mr. Wavelength told us many stories about him and the things that this artist was saying and kept looking me for answers. He said that when he listened to my album, he was able to finally understand him. He said that the way I sang about the corruption in the world, society and government made it easier for him to see and understand it all. He said that the way, I sarcastically sang about it in my song Lavender made him feel enlightened and that once he heard my song River banks, he was beyond himself. He said that, each song made him learn and feel more then he has ever learned or felt from music. “I entered in Lala MK's mind and I never want to leave!” he told me numerous times. He began to have tears in his eyes and told me that this was too huge for him and that it was definitely too massive for little Montréal. He said, “Lala, you are an international artist and the world needs to be enlightened by you. Everyone needs to experience this. Everything about you is international but even international would be an understatement. You are everything. You embody the Universe. You’re the voice of truth.” This man saw me in a way that no one ever has, other than myself. I knew I had something unique to offer and I knew that what I was doing was more than just music. In fact, it wasn’t even about the music. It was about awakening the zombie-diseased brains of the public and curing them through enlightenment. It was about showing them what was behind the curtains, instead of the illusions of the world stage. It was about creating a new world that would actually be in favour for humanity. It was about right and wrong and free will. I was well aware of the fact that I’m just one person but just as Rob Siltanen said, “The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.” Music and writing my songs, were the only way I knew how to reach the world on a global scale, which is why I needed a manager to help me get on the world’s stage, so that I can pull down that curtain.

Throughout the meeting Mr. Wavelength was taking notes. He was creating a unique plan to launch my career. He told me that at our next meeting he will have the plan completely finished for my viewing and that if I have anything I want to take out, add or change I could. “Awesome!”, I thought. I couldn’t wait to see how exactly he was planning on doing this. He also mentioned that he will bring all the contracts to be signed to make all of this official so that we can get the ball rolling. Totally fine by me! I was very curious to see what exactly his contracts entailed and if there was anything sneaky hidden within them. To be blunt, from my experience with contracts in the music industry, I’ve seen some crazy shit! He said he would have a contract for management and one for signing me to his label as well. I asked him to explain what he expects in terms of percentage of income that I generate through his help and his answer was exactly industry standard, which I confirmed with my entertainment lawyer. So, that made me happy that he wasn’t being greedy. Moreover, he said that every dollar I put into this from the moment we sign together, he will MATCH. He told me how he’s never wanted to put his own money into someone else’s career before and how this was a first for him. He was 100% certain about me and my career that he wanted to do everything in his power to help the process, even if that meant taking money out of his own pocket! He didn’t care. He just wanted, needed, to be apart of it in every way! I couldn’t believe my ears but my mind told me to wait until I saw everything in writing. We spoke about promotional strategies, marketing, distribution, sales, performances, interviews, shows, and of course, content. Every idea he had while we spoke, he would write down and share it with us on the spot. However, he would have to wait until we signed the contracts, for me to tell him all my wicked ideas for each of these aspects. He didn’t even know that I had already given all of this extreme thought. His ideas were good, and I knew that combining them with my original ideas would be INSANE. He also gave me the contact information of his lawyer for a separate situation that I was dealing with. He said that his lawyer will answer any questions I have, free of charge! I thought that was pretty cool and liked that “my manager” came with a lawyer on call for and legal questions I may have.

Anyway, a few minutes later, the waiter serving our table came to tell us that they were closing. So, we wrapped up this meeting that could have gone on forever and called it a night. As my mother and I were walking out of the restaurant, she was just in awe at what she had just witnessed. She kept telling me that, watching Mr. Wavelength and I talk was extraordinary. The way we jumped from topic to topic while completely following each others train of thought was mind-boggling. She said that at some points, it was even hard to follow but she was so amazed with the depth and pure attentiveness of it all. As soon as Mr. Wavelength got back to his apartment, which was just up the street, he texted me saying,

"Thank you so much for another great meeting. I can't wait to start working music wise! Xo Ready to Take the World now!!!"

On the drive home, my mother and I listened to my album from beginning to end. We had to drive around the block a couple of times because we didn’t want to leave the car until we heard every song! Yes, we have cute moments like this. hehe. As we drove and sang along, I told her all my fantastically crazy ideas that I had! She absolutely loved all of them and thought they were genius. But don’t be fooled - when my mama doesn’t like something or thinks something is stupid or unrealistic, she is not afraid to make her thoughts CLEAR! I mean, CLEAR! So, I knew that I was onto something great. When I finally got into bed, I was too wired up to sleep. I was writing down every thought that came into my head as fast as I could. I felt like my entire body was awake and every part of me was being used to fuel this creativity. Eventually around 6:00AM the next morning, I passed out. I’ve never had white line fever but this is how I would imagine it feels like. Who needs that shit when you have pure creativity oozing from every crevice of your being!? I felt so alive.

Since, Mr. Wavelength was leaving in 3 days from now to Las Vegas, we figured that we should schedule our next meeting before he leaves. Can you tell how eager we both were to meet again and make things official!? We scheduled to meet on Monday (November 23) at 4pm at the same cafe. I had 10 days to go over all those ideas and plans I passed out working on the night before! I wanted to prepare it in a presentable manner for once everything was a go! Imagine his face reading them!? Ah! I could hardly wait!

Monday arrived and as planned, we met at the same cafe. However, what happened after the meeting was a SHOCK of a lifetime...

That’s all for now. (Peace Sign emoji) Xx Yours truly, Lala MK.

STAY TUNED FOR “PART THREE” TO READ HOW THE THIRD MEETING WENT AND WTF HAPPENED NEXT…

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Diary Entry No. 2 written by Lala MK

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