Imagine you were a retired musician wannabe-rockstar violinist. And you got an e.mail from your old celtic trio who are headlining this adorable Scottish games in north Georgia and need a fiddler. And your husband makes sure you can actually make it happen. Would you die of sheer joy? Or would it suddenly occur to you that the last real celtic gig you played was a year ago and you don’t know if your arms and fingers can still bring the burn for 5 shows in 3 days? And that there is NO way that you’ll be able to fit into your kilts in a month and a half.
AK. YAY. AK.
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