“Can you turn a little to the left for me please, Emma? Perfect!” I always sort of found photo shoots a little awkward. I’m not exactly a person who loves being the center of attention. I guess I chose the wrong career path. What can I say, though? I love what I do. I love being able to write and perform music. I don’t think there’s ever been any other thing I ever could have down with my life other than this.
“We’ve only got a few more frames left, Emma. You’re really going to like how these shots are turning out.” I really wasn’t concerned with what the photographer was saying. There were peanut butter sandwiches calling my name outside. I tried to look as photogenic as possible without looking too awkward, which if I say so myself, was probably the thing I’m best at… being awkward.
“That’s a wrap! Thanks Emma, you were wonderful.”
“Thank you!” I said. Jeeze, my belly was rumbling and the sooner I could get to those peanut butter sandwiches the better.
“Emma!” Dang. My manager Charlotte was the only obstacle between me and those sweet sandwiches. This better be good.
“Yes, Charlotte?”
“Don’t forget that tomorrow you have the performance and press for X104.7’s Summer Bash.”
“Charlotte, I promise I’m not stupid. I’ve been rehearsing for that show for two weeks now. I think I can remember that it’s tomorrow.”
“I know Emma, but this is a VERY important performance. It’s sort of like your debut, you know? This isn’t just an interview, or an acoustic set for a magazine. This is the big time. You do remember who all is going to be there, right?” Charlotte said all very quickly.
“No, not really. To be honest with you all I can think about right now are some peanut butter sandwiches that I’ve been waiting half an hour for. I really appreciate the concern for my understanding, but my stomach is in protest due to lack of food and I’d really like to eat. You want me to eat, right Charl?”
“Yes, of course, don’t be silly.” Taking this as my cue to leave, I headed out the door and down the hall. “Em, I’m serious, this is big. I hope you’re ready for this.” Charlotte looked flustered and overworked. I couldn’t help thinking I was the cause of her state.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m ready whatever. See you Charlotte! And don’t work so hard, jeeze. You’re going to have a mental breakdown.”
About an hour later and after I’d downed at least three peanut butter sandwiches, I met up with my band for one final rehearsal for Summer Bash.
“Hey guys!” My band was tuning up in one of the rehearsal rooms at one of my record company’s buildings.
“Hey Em!” they all said almost exactly together. “You excited?”
I hadn’t really given this show much thought until that exact moment. X104.7’s Summer Bash really was a big deal. It was one of the biggest radio stations on the East Coast, and their summer concert special had so many stars it was like something you see for a benefit concert. Performers from a bunch of different genres all performed on two giant stages, all in one day. Usher, Paramore, Beyonce, Snoop Dog, the Black-Eyed Peas, Coldplay… and those were just the people I could think of off of the top of my head. The more I thought about it, the more engrossed in the idea I became. How could a girl from a small country town like me end up in a position like this?
“Em. Emma. Heyyyy Emma. EMMA.”
“HEY whoa… what?” I guess I got a little distracted.
“Did you just have a moment?” Billy, one of my guitarists asked me.
“Yeah… I just realized what playing this show could mean. But hey, no biggie right? Pshh. We got this.” I said with a little false confidence.
“Em, you don’t have to worry. You’re awesome. WE’RE awesome. Just chill, do your thing and the rest will come to you.” Jake, my bassist said. “Right guys?”
“Right.”
“Thanks you guys, I guess I’m just freaking out. Let’s get to work. I want this to be good.”
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The next morning I woke up before my alarm clock even went off. I was freaking out again. I really needed to get a grip on myself or this performance would be a complete disaster.
My clock finally went off at 5:30 and reluctantly I got out of bed to get ready.
As soon as I got done showering, and when I say that, I mean I was reaching for my towel when my phone rang. I knew who it was without even looking.
“Charlotte, you have amazing timing, you know that?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were up and getting ready. This is a big day.”
“I could do without the constant reminding of how big this performance is Charl, I already feel like a colony of butterflies have taken up residence in my small intestines…”
“Sorry Em, I really am. You’ll do fine. It’s my job to be like this, you know that.” She sounded calmer than me for once.
“I know, but I’ve been freaking out for the past twelve hours and it’s really starting to bug me.”
“Well, I really can’t tell you anything but to just do your best. I’ll be there, your band will be there, and everything will go fine. Now get off here and finish getting ready. You know you can’t be late.” I sighed.
“Alright Charlotte, see you in an hour,” I hung up. “If I haven’t exploded into a million tiny bits due to nerves by then, that is.”
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