There was a special kind of mental whiplash that came with being a musician. I could have been sitting perfectly calm in my dressing room for the past hour but for some reason everyone feels it's necessary to rush me in the last few moments before I'm due on the stage. And there's always someone running around shouting, counting down the minutes of panic I have to endure before I appear on the stage, fresh faced, happy and always beaming about something or other.
To be perfectly honest the pre showtime panic really takes it out of me.
It'd have to be one of the things I would fault about being in the music world.
"Is this good, Ms Street?" The makeup artist said, stepping out of the way so I could look in the mirror…show more content… I liked to pop my own bubble and bring myself as far back down to reality as I could, to remind myself of how lucky I was to have what's in front of me.
"My name is Violat Streetham, I am the daughter of two of this centuries biggest movie makers. I have ARIA's and Grammy's, I won an artist of the year award. I am also the perfect example of nepotism but aside from that I'm lucky, I'm lucky to be rich, to be healthy, to be beautiful and to be famous. I'm lucky and if I screw this up my career and family name will be ruined so I better do my goddamned best." I paused in the wings of the stage and stood still as any last touch ups were done on my hair, my clothing and my microphone.
I could hear the announcer talking through a microphone on the stage and my heart clenched, I do have to admit that this part does always make me nervous even though I'm wired to the gills with energy drinks and…show more content… It didn't matter if I was performing for fans, a bunch of celebrities or both, is all either of them wanted was for me to just smile and look happy all the time.
'The camera doesn't want a misery guts'.
That's what Mom always said.
The same grand piano I'd been using for my last eight shows say in the centre of the stage and I walked over to it, sat down on the bench and touched my fingers to the keys before taking a moment to hover over them as I ran over the chords to my song in my head.
Grounded had gotten me nominated for three awards and it was probably one of my biggest hits, I've seen teenagers cry when I sing it at shows, I've actually seen their moms beside them crying but none of them ever knew or will know that this song is about being on drugs.
"I'm tied to the ground but that doesn't mean I can't fly away. My feet are on earth but my head's in the clouds and you say. 'Come back, come back and help me out because you're the one who said you'd never let me down'. But you can't call me home, no you can't call me home, oh watch me float away
