And So It Goes

The stage was dark and the show was 10 minutes from starting. The small crowd of people, gathered to rock out to future stars, was pushing towards the front, elbowing for better views. While most were focused on the random roadie checking sound and tweaking amps, my eyes were locked on the figure standing in the back hall. Summoning every ounce of cool I had managed to store over the past 22 years of my life, I grabbed my camera, walked slowly towards the rear and locked eyes with the man who would soon take the stage and blow everyone away. "Damn, there are some beautiful girls in Florida," he said, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, to a random bandmate standing with him. The blonde standing next to me, also armed with film, introduced herself and asked for a quick picture. "Sure,"he said, "but I have to get this guy something first. Do you guys want to follow?" Like he had to ask. Before the guard could stop us, we were out the door and walking through the alley behind the club. Lizzie, the blonde, me, and a couple who had driven that night from Georgia, followed him excitedly around the corner and to the door of his bus. He struggled with the keypad but finally opened the door. Turning to us, he grinned, looked me in the eye and said, "After you." Once inside there were quick introductions to more band fellows and a short tour of his cramped quarters. I snapped a picture then we were headed back outside. In the dark, I almost missed the step but couldn't help but see his hand reaching up to help me down. Back on the ground there were more pictures, a side hug or two, and a heartpounding run back into the club to share this unbelievable news.

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I promise to write about my recent foray into the office realm, but right now, I'm still adjusting to the early, early mornings and the ridiculously crowded commute.
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It's official, I am now a bona fide member of the working class. After only ten months and three days of somewhat steady searching, I have a job and a paycheck and a health plan. I start Monday, wish me luck.
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Still no word on the perfect job, however, I do have an offer for second best. Holding my breath for the first has started to result in a bluish tint throughout so I will most likely accept the second and the green that comes along with it.
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