back for good for now
December 04, 2002 at 8:53 p.m.
fwhew.
I'm back. I'm starting to really hate airports.
My violin teacher tells me repeatedly that the worst thing to live with is regret.
I wouldn't really know, because I never pass up an opportunity to get out there and make a moron out of myself. Not that I did that this time.
I went out there and gave it all I had... the audition was at Fantasy Studios in Berkely where Miles Davis and Sonny Rollins and Blues Traveler and such have all recorded... I was there, little ol' Reva, in her vinyl pants, trying desperately not the throw up all over the nice panel of French Canadians.
And you know what? I played fantasic. I gave it my Reva style and I have nothing to be ashamed about for once.
They told me they're looking for someone a bit older with more playing experience, but they really love my sound.
And one gentleman in particular told me I had a wonderful personality, but given where his eye-contact was at that point, he could have meant my cleavage.
And now... how am I? Relieved.
I have been so stressed out, wanting to do well but not wanting to have to leave and change all my plans in the next few months.. I mean, I have a GREAT trip to Toronto and then LA in January, Portland in February, Disneyland with my sweetheart in March, Quinn's wedding in May, and Austrailla all summer long. What's not to love? I just need to to do this and get it out of my system.
I was there... I played in a HUGE big-time studio with gold records and interns and buzzers on all the doors... I got to see what it's really like. And I did it.
No regrets.
The one thing I do feel a tad down about is... how freaking lonely I am. My cell minutes have been through the roof lately. None of my friends are in Arizona. They're all over everywhere else.
When you go through a traumatic experience like this, you need a hug. You need a snuggle. You need a friend.
MattKey called me today and made me laugh like I haven't been able to in a long time. But then, he does that better than anyone. And I was able to hook two people together in Texas who totally belong together alll the way from here.
I'm good at being a friend. I wish I had one here.
I can do things on my own... Yesterday, I got myself to the airport, got on the plane, got a shuttle into Berkeley, checked myself into my motel, grabbed dinner, woke up today and checked out of my motel, got breakfast, walked 5 blocks to my audition, played the violin like a pro and looked good doing it, got a shuttle, flew back to Arizona and got another shuttle home. I haven't seen anyone I know in days.
I can pick myself up and be an adult. but even adults need a snuggle when they're worn out.
LOREN GET YOUR BUTT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
I'm so blessed and lucky. Why am I so freaking lonely?
SUPERCRACK is breathing again.....
ps. some of you missed my sexy picture and can't seem to find it so thanks to Loren's incredible prowess, here's his dream o' me:
