Tomorrow, I'm playing at my school's talent show. As most my friends know, I'm one-half of a two-person band called Samson & Goliath. We've written a stretch of darker songs lately. Darker songs that can't be played in school, because of the line, "Killed a man in Mississippi, killed a man in West Missouri, etc." Plus, I didn't think I could handle the thought of playing one of our own songs, songs that I've written lyrically, songs that my best pal Elan and I have stressed over, in front of the most judgmental people on the planet.
But I changed my mind.
All because of the Hipsters at my school. The ones who listen to Wilco and Why? and Battles, and wear cowboy boots, and play instruments like post-rock bands do. One of the hipsters, Cesar, (which is pronounced Caesar, and not Say-zar) asked me if I played any musical instruments while I was waiting for the bus. I said yes, guitar and vocals and I write lyrics too and I guess I sort of sing but not really well why do you ask. He told me he'd seen the flyers for my band up around the school, could he have a demo. I said yes, and brought it the next day.
I was terrified he'd hate it. And hipsters, they're the worst when it comes to music. They're extremely particular. But he said today that he liked it a lot, gave some other criticism, and was on his merry way.
Because of this, I now must prove to my high school that I can be better than that demo. While I love how the demo turned out, I think I can feel it deep inside that we could have done better. These were our first songs. I'd be lying, though, if I said I wasn't nervous about showing off fresh product in front of kids who really could care less what shade of blue my hair is now. I'm very nervous. I think they'll probably tear me apart. So either I have to be completely mediocre, or I have to pull the talent out of my ass, and razzle/dazzle.
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