Intern Chick

While he was gone the A&R called and asked me to come bring him something he left at the office.  So I waited for my boss to get back and then went over to the studio he was at.  The place didn't actually have a door, it was just an elevator on the street, with a nice fellow who was clearly hammered (his breath smelt like raspberry liquor) operating the elevator.  One of the more shady set-ups I've seen for a music office.  With the exception of a listening party I did at a studio last year, this was my first time to really BE in one.  He told me to come in and sit down, and I got to stare like a kid in a candy store at all the soundboard.  I think at one point my mouth was hanging open, and I'm pretty sure the three guys there took notice.  I stayed for 45 minutes talking to him about my current situation, how I really want a job in A&R.  He broke it down for me and told me I have to accept the fact that I may not take the direct path to where I want to be (this I already know, but its nice for someone else to tell me because after awhile, telling myself that just starts to sound like an excuse), and that I just have to keep networking.  I was glad he took the time out to talk to me and that he was so inviting, telling me I could come through any time work is slow.

I left feeling a little better about everything.  Where he started out and where he is now are so far from each other, but he made it here, and thats what matters.  So my confidence was back up and I got back in the elevator and descended back down to the street to my raspberry breathed friend.  One problem--it was late by the time I left and gate had pulled down over the entrance of the elevator..and I was stuck.  I didnt' know how else to get out, so I had to stop on every floor until I found a stairwell and an exit sign.  Like the A&R said, it won't always be a direct path to get to where you have to go, but I made it out to the other side.