A few weeks ago, my life as a musician began. It is not very glamorous yet. But the number of fans is growing, my skills are expanding rapidly and the increasing success is addictive. I am becoming a rock star. It is written in the stars.
Off the streets
At first, I had to play illegally on the streets. Just like so many of my colleagues. For just a few starbits before the police chased me away. So I tried some open mic nights and was asked to be a midweek support act. Finally got a roof over my head while I played.
Back to the streets
But after I got a licence for busking, I returned to the streets. With my.... yes.... Trike. That earned me so many fans that my ego exploded. That was not good for my career. So I quickly took some music lessons. Singing lessons mainly. So that my skills could follow my ego a bit.
Fans everywhere, many are drunk
After that, my career took off. Soon I became a welcome guest in the local pub. First as a Saturday support act, then as the main act on Saturdays. Almost every week. More and more drunken fans were knocking on my shoulder. My name spread like wildfire. And before I knew it, I was riding my trike into the wide world.
On the radio
Meanwhile, I can be heard on the local radio several times a day. Usually in a 5-minute interview. But sometimes I am allowed to play a few songs. When the invitation came in I hesitated. Who wants to play there now? But manager advised to do it anyway. It was quite fun actually. But now it is time for the next step in my career.
I want to record a demo
I would love to record a demo. But unfortunately my skills are just not big enough according to the people in charge. But what do they know? I feel success coming. And it won't be long now. I'll have a demo. And success will come. The world is ready for me. And my nykelharpa:
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