Pillow Talk, Brooklyn

23, did the college thing, living in new york city, late nights riding home in cabs i can’t afford, margaritas from habana outpost, running for the express train hoping to get back to brooklyn faster, stealing wi-fi from the local coffee shop, non stop free entry to see my favorite artists perform, two extra large slices of pepperoni pizza from liberty pizza, riding my bike through brooklyn has become such a task, rushing from audition to audition hoping i get a call back, checking email every thirty seconds praying someone has good news, accompanying my friends at art galleries just to schmooze on the open bar, people i dont know telling me they’re inspired by what i do, ipod on blast, eating fruit smoothies to offset the fact i dont have health insurance, doing cnn commercials and not realizing how big of a deal that really is, waking up to missed calls and voicemails from sallie mae, cheap bottles of wine from trader joes, feeling ahead of my time, grocery shopping on a budget tighter than theophilus londons pants, sleeping on a broken boxspring for an entire year before buying a mattress, forgetting that i actually have a bachelors degree, speaking to high school students telling them to dream big, winding down every night to the jokes of jimmy fallon on basic cable, slow progress, odd jobs to purchase tonights meal, wondering if someone hears me, old connections just aren’t coming through anymore, new connections seem promising, sending my demo to important people hoping they hear the greatness i hear, frat brothers looking out, being the voice for sundays church announcements, hundreds of people enjoying this show i do outta my bedroom, intoxicated women calling me mr pillow talk, made it out of 2011 and can’t tell you how, community service, positive thinker, failure isn’t an option, late nights, early mornings, no sleep, too much sleep, not enough sleep, no responses, seeming impatient, but so patient, so humble, so ready, really ready, waiting, pushing forward, big dreams, big goals, a chance… just one chance… one opportunity. something i wanted to share, words from a kid born and raised in brooklyn, made in atlanta, now back in brooklyn doing what i said i wanted to do, not my way, not my timing, not my day, didn’t get that email today, still, dreams do come true.