21 de febrero del 2001
Update on closet cousin: we still haven't spoken. Haaaaa. It's just funny to me now. I pity the foo!
So, guess what? And by the by, why do I keep asking the air guess what? I mean, is it going to answer me? Noooo. Whoever it is that actually reads this journal hasn't contacted me so let me restart.
Dear God*,
It's me, Luz.
Guess what?
Chicken-butt!
Seriously though God, and I apologize for that joke but with all the problems you have to deal with lately, especially recently, well I thought you'd like a little silliness. My bad.
So anywho, for reals now, guess what? Well, I've received an offer to become the manager of a, get this, rock band!
Way!
Me! Sweet lil me. Can you believe it? Oh yeah, you already knew. Forgot about your ability to read my mind and all...oops. So, should I do it or not? Watcha think?
Am I prepared for such a thing you ask? Well, I've never done anything like that in my life. What does it involve you ask? Well, let's see. The guy who's asking wrote me this:
"...basically we wanna get this show on the road. The necessity for an individual to manage, as opposed to 4 guys going in 4 different directions is what we are lookin for. No prior musical management background necessary. Pay: 1/5 of what ever we make. You would be the 5th member. We already have good leads with Sony Latin, TV/Radio hook ups in Monterrey, Hard Rock Cafe, etc. The focus and attention is lacking. We need organization."
Ummm. Does it sound like something I could do? You know me better than anyone, you know what I'm capable of. Remember when I managed that transportation company back in Texas? Do you think I did a good job? It was hard being the person everyone either thanked but mostly complained to. It was so stressful. Big time stressful. Remember I ended up at the emergency room one evening because I was having severe chest pains and I thought I was having a heart attack. Thanks to you it was only a panic attack due to stress (and to the copious amounts of caffeine I took in daily to try and be super woman to the company).
Then again I loved that feeling, no not the stress, the feeling of power. Yeah! It felt great. I was the one the employees came to, I was the one the customers came to, I was the one the owners came to. Me. Sweet lil me. Everyone loved me. They did. Well, except for those few customers who actually yelled at me in my face. But I kept my cool didn't I? Hmmm.
I don't know God. I guess I'll know more about what's involved in managing a band when I talk to the main guy. We're meeting Saturday. He's a cool cat and all but I have a feeling they're not, as a whole, committed to becoming the next big thing. Isn't it the hardest business to be in, apart from acting? Oh, yes, excuse me, your job is the hardest. My bad.
Well, I'll talk to you again in my dreams tonight and I know you'll lead me in the right direction. You always do.
Thank you for listening.
Love,
Luz
*Yes I truly believe in God so I'm not making fun and in no way do I feel I am disrespecting. I talk to God like I've written above. We have a special connection.*
In other news, my car is still making freaky noises (clickety, clack, bingety-bingety) so I quietly ignored the huge masses of white & blue smoke coming out the back and impairing driver's visions. Ha! I'm leaving work early to get it fixed. Blah.
