After one show, a high school student came to the sales floor. I handed her a CD and asked a local radio station to play my song. And she laughed.
"I'll do it now," she said. "What are the numbers?"
I told her because I remembered it. She sent the text and laughed at the glowing phone. Rang
"Oh, I'm sick," she said, showing a conversation.
Do you have any strange gossip songs
Yup! coming soon! Thank you for listening!
"Yes," I said. Tell her to do it every other day for the next week, and then take her to the guest list of every show I've ever played. She grinned in a very nice-looking manner and maintained eye contact.
"Yes, bitch," she said.
I got off the car and clicked the radio. The station played my song. Track 5, single hit. Drums and everything. I heard the hook. I heard a guitar solo. To celebrate, probably wanted to be higher.
That night I dreamed of a high child at the show. In a dream, we gave each other a head, and before I could come, she stopped and went up to me raw, whispering that she had made a big mistake that she was a witch.
Published on January 16, 2020 07:18