Alchohol & Dreams

Last night I confirmed something I've known for a long time. Alcohol and dreams don't mix.

A group of us showed up at a bar to cheer our friend on. He was competing for a trip to NYC and a record contract sponsored by a big beverage company. He qualified for the finals by getting the best audience reaction. Yeah, his friends show up and are loud.

This is a guy trying to make a living in music. He's ready to pack up and move to LA this summer to make a go of it. He has that fire in him. And he can since he's single. Nothing holding him back. It's his dream.

He and his competitor started out by alternating songs, and my friend did a good job. He performed like he usually does and we screamed like we were supposed to until the guys took a break.

My friend disappeared outside for a smoke or two or something. Then his competitor took the stage. The other guy did okay singing some popish songs. He thought the girls in the crowd would melt with a Justin Bieber song. Hel-lo, we're in a bar, which means we're not sixteen. I know there's a ton of vocal talent in this city not represented in this event.

Then our friend took the stage. He found the stage and his guitar, but forget finding the right pitch. He was all over the place. Clearly his "friends" had showered him with shots and drowned any ability to find a note.

This time the judges didn't base their decision on crowd reaction. It was on the performance and the artist's skill and ability. Our friend crashed and burned. It was bad.

He had to have known he wouldn't win drunk. A winner doesn't slur or miss notes or almost bring down the mic stand with him during a performance

But why? He definitely held himself back. Is he afraid to succeed? If not then what?

Love to the single girls,
Addison