Thinking of You
By
Alyson Grant
I know the horror stories.
I've read the books.
I've seen my fair share of Behind the Music's.
I know all about the artists who've been ripped off,
denied creative freedom,
were signed to unscrupulous labels
or had equally unscrupulous managers
(sometimes both,)
the whole nine yard.
I know a bit about the things that can happen if you aren't careful or aren't surrounded by people who actually have your best interests at heart.
I just lack firsthand experience.
Thankfully, so far…
Will I be lucky enough to control my streak?
Will I be able to keep it?
I wonder.
Luckily I've got Georgia who cares; I can tell.
She believed in me when others were doubtful and continues to support both me and my career.
She isn't trying to change my sound or create a new image of who she thinks I should be. She's perfectly content with me.
She likes me the way I am and all she wants is a hit and my happiness (though not necessarily in that direct order I'm sure.)
I've even got E.J.
She speaks her mind and she says harsh things.
She tells the truth as she sees it but she isn't evil.
She doesn't hate me or want to see my career falter. She's E.J.
That one word could cover everything.
And there's Tommy. In his case one word really does cover everything.
When it comes to supportive people who aren't music related, I do have a small number in my life that counts.
I've got Kat, Jamie and my family which does include Sadie in her own warped and twisted way.
I even have all my aunts, uncles, and extended family who called in and voted for me and sent cards and congratulations once I won.
Perhaps it's not such a small number after all…
And last but certainly not least I've got fans.
Fans.
Me.
I've got fans.
Sometimes, I feel like that's such a mistake.
Sometimes, I feel like yelling, 'Hey don't you know who I am?
I'm the most neurotic, screwed up, overemotional person there is!
So you do not want to admire me, be me, Blank me anything!
Mistake!'
That's so weird.