The sequins are waiting for me.
I wonder if Karen O has nights where the last thing she wants to do is put on some crazy get-up and then do her best to turn her guts inside out under the bright lights. I heard an interview once where she talked about having an incessant leotard wedgie throughout a show they played in Central Park during a thunderstorm. I wonder if there are nights where she just aches to stay in and read. Of course there are.
I'm not saying this is a night like that for me. I'm just saying there is a moment every time, no matter how big or small the show, where I have to ask myself - do I really want to don this shiny get-up and turn my guts inside out under the bright lights? My guts are imperfect. Messy. The sequins are a con. All those drinking people - why do I do this?
Oh crap, I'm late!
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