Fifteen minutes before I was set to take the stage for my first performance at The Bitter End, I was in the bathroom struggling to pin my dress to my bra so that it didn’t stick out during the show. And at that point, I had shown up to the club alone, and was suddenly panicking that no one was going to come to the show, having a mini-meltdown about how I don’t really have a solid friend base in NYC and what the heck am I thinking booking all these gigs and expecting people to show up, here I am impaling myself with a safety pin because I don’t even have one friend to help me pin my dress to my bra…
And then I step out of the bathroom, and who is there but my dear friend David, who I refer to as my “brother from another mother” and has been a fierce believer and supporter of my endeavors, musical and otherwise, since the day we met. I had no idea he was coming. I had just texted with him earlier in the day, and he made no mention of the fact that he was on the Amtrak en route to NYC. No one has ever surprised me like that before. Needless to say, I flipped out, a manic combination of joy and tears. It looked something like this:
Then I saw my friends Kate and Mary, who exclaimed, “Oh, it was you taking forever in the bathroom!” They had just driven five hours from DC.
Then I saw Sonny and Perley, who had played a gig in NYC the night before but stayed over to see me…and some friends from NYC…and suddenly everything was right in the world. I got on the stage, picked up my guitar, and began to sing. And it went like this:
Thank you so much to everyone who came out, and for everyone who sent love. I am humbled by the support of my friends as I pursue my dream here. I could not being doing this without you.