So I’ve managed to score a gig, aside from the other one that I landed with the aid of asking a friend.

Whilst I was in Melbourne I interviewed two artists (as, whilst on holiday I thought the best thing to do would be to do more work, but at least this is more enjoyable work, as it were, or something and so on and so forth).

So I did the interview for the first one on the first day of being in Melbourne and after the interview wrapped up we talked a little about music and studies. I was then asked if I wanted to play between two bands during a gig that the artist was performing in Sydney. I agreed as, well, it’s an opportunity to play music.

I finished typing up the interview last week. It was a combination of working slowly as well as laziness. Still, I got it finished, sent it through to the artist a few days later (just to make sure that everything was okay, no misrepresentation, etc. etc.). Got no response.

I followed up this morning and they said they’d get back to me today and asked if I still wanted to play between sets. I asked how long I have.

Ten Minutes.

More than enough time.

Now I’m proverbially shitting myself and to stay calm and collected, I’m having my second coffee of the day.

There’s some smart ideas that rattle around in my brain.

So I’m freaking out and all kinds of excited and fearful but of course I’m going to get through it the best that I can. However, I need to write new music in this time so I have something that is worth performing to a crowd.

I was going to write about other things this morning (I think), but I’m feeling quite overwhelmed at this point. I can’t begin to describe as to how excited I am as I’m too lazy to describe just how excited I am.

I guess that it would be fair to say that I am quite excited.

I think that I’m a bit more freaked out than the opportunity in October as I have only two-and-a-half weeks to prepare and make sure that I can do this.

Woah. I think. Maybe. I don’t know. Freaking out a little. Probably shouldn’t have had that second coffee. Now I’ll be racing off to other planets, other dimensions and will rip through time like a rocket ripping through a bag of peaches.

Screaming. Screaming internally. Outwardly calm. Freaking out a little. Calm. Screaming eternally. Internally. Externally. Exhaling. And so on. Inhaling. Going on. Relax, you have work to do, you have to start doing work soon. Soon the calls. You can do this.

A gig. Okay. I have a gig that is coming really soon. This is something that will happen. It can be done. I hope it will be done. Just need to relax.

Maybe I should go and get a third coffee.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:53:17

This bit of writing is probably really bad, but it kind of captures the moment really well.

Written at work.