Born to Perform!

OK, so there I was, up onthe big stage, another night of Kereoke. It was just me alone... searching for fame by MY SELF ON PA, UNCUT! At the end of that things came to a head, yet I found a call to me for an oncore. Don't get me wrong, born perform into showbiz, I've always been part of the lime light... but I'm truly humble despite my needy grabs for attention... so it is with great humility and reservation that I brag about my performance. But how can I refuse such a great crowd after all. So there I was hopping around on stage like a Gazelle. I couldn't be stopped had it not been for the complete determination of the great number of contestants. I mean one, two... even ten of them probably would not have been fair. One on one... well my fans know the story.. they don't stand a chance... never have, never will. It takes a real animal on stage to bring me down in the charts. Even that, one on one I think I'd kill thier career single handedly if I wasn't spreading myself so thinly between shows. I mean I'm not scared of the competition, not one bit... not when I was in K-12... not midway through at 9,10, or 11.. and not now POST 9/11 having the airways full of crap in our POST modern era. That night was crazy, I hopped from one stage to another, probably 7 or 8 total, maybe more. BUt I had it in me and I wasn't going down easy. My manager knows what to expect from me and until she throws in the flag for me, or let's me know that's the plan, I'm all GO in any competition... to infinity and beyond. I mean what a show it was... although I do feel like an object a little, possibly in danger with the pyrotechnics effects and all... but all that shit if over my head, litterally. I just do what my manager says, do what comes naturally, and watch for falling SPARCS, now and in the future. After all, I don't want to end up like Michael Jackson do I... the fire took a chunk out of his ass. Must have been all the Three Flowers... that shit can do amazing things when exposed to heat. I was never too scared of loosing, I knew that this day was coming, the face-off with my nemesis was in evitable. All good performers, even the BEST have had thier show down a time or two. I knew it was coming and although I'm not hip to everything, I knew it was coming. I was never worried about my career, more worried about how I looked in the public eye. I didn't want to damage my image too much if you know what I mean. Well, I know with the recent Bail Out and finacnial crisis that full circulation of money has not taken place, but that was foreseeable with knowledge we have from those close to use in the industry. I have bitten my tongue when it comes to stuff stuff that I don't need to worry about. Oppinionated yes, stupid or paranoid about industry hype... not these days. Although I've never had official voice lessons I can move up the charts with the best of them. My natural survival and competitive skills are, I think, well above average and can only get better. However, if my manager had made a deal to throw a show and share the winnings with me, I'd have no choice but to go along and perhaps could call in sick and save face nextime. First of all I must say that I know She, my manager, has the best in mind for me... I just know it. I'm a performer on the side and not a manager into all that stuff... mayb e someday, but not yet... I know that she wants me to succeed and has bet alot of time and resources on my success. I will succeed and will provide a great return on investment in the end... I was born to win, to be the leader of the charts, created for this and this I know. What I have learned is that the premise of the story of Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan is a motif found all too often in competition. People will take you out, one way or another if you are competiting with them. In a perfect world, it would be through honest competition and atrition. But in our world, people will find your weaknesses and exploit them. In Nancy's case, it was her knee. A skater needs those I guess... and uses them often. Now, you can't get rid of your use of knees... but you can decide where you practice and how secure your environment is. Someone like who had a known rival (person or team) should never had let thier guard down. I mean, we are all human, and that's the problem. People WILL exploit our weaknesses and we can either change them (which is all but impossible), avoid them entirely (which can make like sucky boring), or keep our guards up and think like our enemies knowing that if they know what we know (and often do), who, what, how, where (and forget why)... would it go down. What's possible, where could you be flanked? By who? Atacked where? Are your cornered? Can you excape? Do you have backup? Contingency plans? Or better ... avoidance! Weaknesses will always be targeted.. but it's up to us if they are perpetually exploited. It's a burden of a ballance to work out with "regular and enjoyable" life. But then again... that is part of being an Olympian... NANCY!