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Better Off Dad (Jaimee Harris) - Hurts


Rarely in life are there times when I find myself feeling proud of myself. I don't mean this in a depressing, my life is so sad sort of way. Rather, I feel as if I just don't do many things that where afterwards, I'm tempted to feel a little cocky.

However, one of these rare moments occurred last night. So I'm in the empty lobby of this hotel playing the piano. Then, slowly, people wandered in. Via skillful, covert glances, I noticed that none of these people were leaving. The only problem is that I only have so many songs memorized, so after a while, I just had to start making things up.

By the time I was finished, a few dozen people were in the lobby. Some of them were hotel employees (who apparently had nothing better to do?), and some were just random hotel guests. But when I stopped, every one (except for two people who I have decided are douchebags) of these people stood up and either came up to me or left. NO BIG DEAL. Whatevs.

One of the people that came up to me was a cop, and he was telling me how he used to work for a record label, and how if he still was, he would have "snatched [me] up in a second." He also thought that I was "clearly very creative and it really showed through [my] music." Again, whatevs.

But he went on to say that he still had lots of friends in the music business and he got some info from me to pass on to them. Granted, he might just be a serial killer and he has every intention of tracking me down and murdering me, but that's a chance I'm willing to take.

So if I become a rockstar, you can all say that you knew me before...