Giving up, heading off...

[desperance]

Okay: it's half-past four, I've made two passes through this bloody story and cut two and a half thousand words, and I can't stand it nor this house any longer. It's absurdly early to be setting off for a gig that doesn't start till seven, but I may possibly be a little nervous about this evening. 'Specially with the fog sitting on the city, putting people off. (This drives me wild: we book the gig out early and draw up a waiting list for cancellations, but generally people don't bother to cancel, they just don't turn up on the night. It's no cost to them, as we don't charge upfront for tickets; and of course then it's too late to call in the waiting list, so we always have empty seats in a booked-out gig. It could be worse than usual tonight, with the weather anti-driving. Snarl.)

Nevertheless, I think I'm off. I shall go in at the top end of town and make my way down through the shops, that'll eat some time; and I'll take the proofs of Shelter with me, to give me something quiet and not-story to do until six, when they'll let me start helping to put chairs out and such.

Who'd be an impresario...?

Comments

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

How'd it go? I bet it was brilliant.

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

Well I enjoyed it, and there seemed to be more applause than was merely polite, so I guess the rest of the audience did too.

My 18 year old daughter was with me, and her attitude towards literature is 'Stop kissing, start killing!', and she enjoyed herself too, although Mr Duffy was her favourite (sorry, Chaz)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this - and I'm sorry if I was a bit vague & flaky when you came over to say hullo. Gigs do that to me, 'specially Phantoms, which is All My Responsibility.

As for your daughter - well, hrrumph! (tho' I like Mr Duffy also)

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

Performance does that - if you're with it when you come offstage you really haven't given everything you should (said he, whose knowledge of performance is mostly limited to being around number 1 son after a gig - beware high flying bass players!)

Consider your responsibility admirably discharged.