Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
If it’s Sunday night (Monday morning) at 12:15 am, if you’re already in bed and most of the way to sleep, and the phone rings…
…it’s either bad news, a wrong number, or a drunk dial.
Relevant transcript as best as I remember it:
“Hello Bilal, this is Heather with the Neo-Futurists. I’m sorry to call so late, but we just got out of our meeting, and I wanted to call to let you know you have been cast.“
(Ahem. Emphasis mine.)
So the only real question I have is what lesson I should have learned from this. Did I learn that good things happen only after you’ve lost all hope or that good things happen so one shouldn’t lose hope?
Yeah, I’ll ponder that later. In the meantime I will simply sit here and visibly glow.