Cold Sweat

I have my second gig tonight. I definitely have a cold.

I used to really freak out about this sort of thing, but I’ve remained relatively calm this time around. You try to tell yourself it’s not such an important gig — c’mon, it’s not life or death! But it’s just not true. When you’re trying to convince yourself you’re a legitimate musician while still relying on a full-time job to pay the bills, every gig seems to hold the entire weight of your fragile self-identity. Besides, you never know who will show up that night and change your career forever. You can never afford an off-night.

Okay, enough primadonna drama! This little bug I’ve caught has definitely been a bit milder than usual. I feel good! But we’ll see what happens tonight, these things are nothing if not unpredictable. . .