Sunday, January 02, 2005
Noteworthy News Afterall...
Or: at least you gotta see it that way, you gotta look at everything as an opportunity, as a possibly chance for something good. Heck, I do that rarely enough, to look at things positively.
Thing is: The Fiancé in his function as the manager of our band (Latin Rock, hot stuff!) just told me that he's working on setting up what he calls an event together with three other bands for sometime in mid-February. So I ask him via chat all innocently, using the flashing-eyelids-smiley on Yahoo!: "So... are you going to invite... uh... EVERYBODY?"
Smart guy that he is, he immediately recognized the poorly concealed substitution for what it was, grinned, and told me that he would. In fact, he said that of course he would.
I wonder if I'd be able to play, if she were there in the audience. I wonder if I wouldn't just stand there, pick her out in the crowd, and then just stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. But then I also wonder if being on stage and her being in the audience could actually work in my favor, seeing as I am up there rather scarcely clad, and kind of hard to miss, performing and all. And since "flirting with the crowd" is sort of a prerequisite for stage success, I could inconspicuously turn "flirting with the crowd" into "flirting with Jo"?
*sighs*
And there I was thinking I don't care anymore, and I was over it. Shows me how "over it" I am, when one hundred little bells start ringing somewhere in my brain the second The Fiancé mentions the possibility of maybe seeing her again. I guess suppressed doesn't equal forgotten now afterall.
If I knew for sure she'd be coming, oh boy - I think I'd be dragging the guys to practice twice daily until the day, and just not shut up about it in a manner that would make them highly suspicious. I once already dropped a hint to one of them but I am sure he didn't get it... maybe it's the right time to out myself to my room/band mates...
Thing is: The Fiancé in his function as the manager of our band (Latin Rock, hot stuff!) just told me that he's working on setting up what he calls an event together with three other bands for sometime in mid-February. So I ask him via chat all innocently, using the flashing-eyelids-smiley on Yahoo!: "So... are you going to invite... uh... EVERYBODY?"
Smart guy that he is, he immediately recognized the poorly concealed substitution for what it was, grinned, and told me that he would. In fact, he said that of course he would.
I wonder if I'd be able to play, if she were there in the audience. I wonder if I wouldn't just stand there, pick her out in the crowd, and then just stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. But then I also wonder if being on stage and her being in the audience could actually work in my favor, seeing as I am up there rather scarcely clad, and kind of hard to miss, performing and all. And since "flirting with the crowd" is sort of a prerequisite for stage success, I could inconspicuously turn "flirting with the crowd" into "flirting with Jo"?
*sighs*
And there I was thinking I don't care anymore, and I was over it. Shows me how "over it" I am, when one hundred little bells start ringing somewhere in my brain the second The Fiancé mentions the possibility of maybe seeing her again. I guess suppressed doesn't equal forgotten now afterall.
If I knew for sure she'd be coming, oh boy - I think I'd be dragging the guys to practice twice daily until the day, and just not shut up about it in a manner that would make them highly suspicious. I once already dropped a hint to one of them but I am sure he didn't get it... maybe it's the right time to out myself to my room/band mates...
