(First performed on stage at The Narrators show in Denver, 3/19)
Yesterday my ex husband emailed asking if i’d send him some vocals in 10 hours for a song in a trailer for a big movie about diamonds …a rap song that needs a hook, a chorus. Every part of me screaming no no no, you have a show, a deadline, jobs to find, kids to raise! So naturally I said Yes! We need the money.
We are broke. Like food stamps, WIC broke.
Like all day yesterday I’m on the couch farting picking my nose hyperventilating PMSing emailing UC health financial hardship letters while I’m trying to get my money back from IKEA for that fucking shower curtain they didn’t send and trying to get someone anyone on the phone about our appointment we had last Monday for medicaid that we didn’t know about until the letter came telling us about said appointment on Tuesday, and I’m buying anti-aging serum on amazon even though I hate them, with a credit card I can’t afford to pay off.
So when I’m on said couch surrounded by unfolded laundry and my rapper boyfriend says all excited “Baby what’s my preferred airline? Netflix want me to go to NYC tomorrow morning.”
I burst into tears. “How am I gonna do all of this? And I have this song to record!”
A little baby daddy background -
