The hardest gig of my career

Bawling my eyes out in the car cuz i just found out my friend from work killed himself this morning. And now I have to go to DJ and put on a smile and act like everything’s alright.  it makes me think of those drama masks that represent the performing arts. It is so fucking true. If you’re going to be in entertainment. You better be ready to wear some fucking masks.

Edit: I had a bit of a shaky start getting things going with gear. I played my heart out for my boy. Venue offered me a residency.

Edit Edit: i’m only writing this because some of you said something along the lines that he would be there with me. After I finished playing Saturday night, the manager came up to me as I was packing her out and said the owner “believes an angel sent you” to him.