The wood shone like water as the stage lights came up. She walked out. Realism was a fiction – all that mattered was her cool indifference and the Valium that allowed her to sing.
Her manager had warned her no one listened to classical music.
“If you bring that cello onstage again, you’re gonna lose ’em!”
Screw the system. It was like the goddamn conservatory all over again.
They didn’t know her.
Her fans knew her.
“Tonight, you get a peek into my past,” she whispered into the mic.
They screamed for her.
She smiled. She played.
It was love.
Witten for Lance’s 100 word song challenge this week, based on Jimi Hendrix’s “Are You Experienced?”
I consider this slightly autobiographical only because I face opposition from all sides in regard to my music. The record people tell me I need to make it more mainstream.
The conservatory people will deny I was ever serious about my classical art, because I do rock and pop. They told me I should write for Broadway, because in music terms that means they didn’t think I was capable of composing “real” music.
I don’t expose a lot of skin. I’m sexy in my own way. I don’t sound like Katy Perry and I’m not on drugs to get by (unlike my heroine above.)
But that doesn’t matter to me, because I do what I love and even if I NEVER get famous for my music, it’s okay. My fans love me.
I don’t need a panel of judges or a high powered executive to tell me I’ve got talent. Most of fame has nothing to do with talent.
Except for a prized few, days gone by, being themselves on the stage and shining bright as a star while setting fire to their guitars…
Are you experienced? Have you been experienced?……