Here the fuck we go again. You swore if mom’s friend Gwen compared your music career to her jewelry business one more time you would end it all, but here she is now in the living room, grabbing your wrist and telling you it’s all about connecting with people. Whether it’s making music or trying to get “Coastal Jewelry by Gwen” off the ground.
“All art is exactly the same,” she said. You replied, “I don’t know if it’s exactly—” to which she swiftly retorted, “No. Exactly the same.”
This isn’t the first time she’s hit you with this bullshit. Last time you saw her, she called your bandmates your “posse” and compared them to her son and his friends who have been helping her print shipping labels. I mean, what the fuck?
The truth is, you can’t expect her to understand. You are nothing like Gwen. This isn’t just some bracelet company you’re working on. You are a real artist. You make things that comment on society and the state of the world today. Plus, your band has made over $200, which eclipses Gwen’s measly $150.
“Working on any projects right now? Can I catch a sneak-peak?” she asks. You declined but your heartless mother makes you show her anyway.
You should have known better than to share Ambient Noise and Screaming because after thirty seconds of silence Gwen says, “The important thing is that you’re going after your passion. Whether or not people like it is a totally different story.”
Fuck!!
Before leaving, Gwen takes a moment to give you one more piece of advice, “artist to artist.” She graciously imparts the following wisdom, “If you ever feel like giving up, just remember everyone has felt that way. Even me. You giving up music would be like me giving up on making wine cork earrings. And we all know how crazy that would be!”