I JUST DID MY FIRST SHOW IN LA WITH DEBRA DIGIOVANNI AND I (humble brag) FUCKING NAILED IT! (ok...that's just a straight up brag...whatever- I'm jazzed, let me live.)
EVEN MY THOUGHTS ARE USING ALL CAPS RIGHT NOW!
I CANT FEEL MY FACE!
AHH! AHHHHH!!
I was nervous as hell before the show and pretty bummed that some of closest friends were “just to tired to attend” but then the frecklepuss and her roommate surprised me and came out to support. She had a show tonight herself but found a way to make moves and support her lil bae.
I’m documenting this mostly so that when I hit that weird, emo, painfully introspective, deeply self deprecating wall before a performance I can remember THIS feeling.
The feeling of knowing this is what I’m meant to do.
The feeling of knowing the struggle is not without purpose.
The feeling of all the doubts being released from my body the moment I take the mic and fucking run it.
This is what I came here to do and do it I shall.