OK, Happy News:
I’m not gonna go into details, but long story short: I went to some function @ Lincoln Center, and met this guy who’s just getting into artist representation. He heard me talking about singing, and he was really interesting in what I do and have done. He’s interested in hearing more from me, musically,, and told me to send him some recordings. It prolly won’t pan out to anything, but for a few minutes, I knew what it felt like to be an O-Town finalist: a cute kid who some stranger is trying to make a quick buck off of. Heh, I ended that sentence with a preposition. Fuck you, Harvard!
