Just before I go "on stage" I close my eyes, take a deep breath and.....
Open the gate door to the backyard with my pint jar of chicken feed.
I walk into the backyard and raise my hands and say "Hello Coeur d'Alene!" and the chickens all rush toward me. They act like "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S HIM OMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!!!! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH?" I pretend the Roadies keep the unruly ones away but fail. The Groupies push past and tug on my skin and my clothes, until I give them what they want.
Which, unfortunately, is not a blisteringly talent-filled show, with choreographed lights and pounding rhythms. Just food pellets or bread.
But in that moment.... I am a star.
Open the gate door to the backyard with my pint jar of chicken feed.
I walk into the backyard and raise my hands and say "Hello Coeur d'Alene!" and the chickens all rush toward me. They act like "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S HIM OMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!!!! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH?" I pretend the Roadies keep the unruly ones away but fail. The Groupies push past and tug on my skin and my clothes, until I give them what they want.
Which, unfortunately, is not a blisteringly talent-filled show, with choreographed lights and pounding rhythms. Just food pellets or bread.
But in that moment.... I am a star.
