Last night’s show didn’t go well. It was my first REAL interview and the phone wasn’t working properly. I felt like something was wrong but by the time my sister (who records my show for me) emailed me to tell me that my guest couldn’t be heard, 30 minutes had passed. I sounded like I was talking to myself.
I was very much dissappointed because I had to end my show early. I have no real music selection to play and I really produce each show down to the minute so I had nothing to back up. Damn…
I had left my boys at my Mama’s house because I really wanted to concentrate due to the complexity of this show and my assistant couldn’t make it. So I was in the studio by myself when everything went wrong and the show just went under. I called two other DJ’s and they couldn’t help me over the phone.
I was sad. I went to pick up my kids and when I told them what happened they gave me a hug. I was about to take them to my house but I knew that their Daddy wanted them in Miami by 7:30 am the next morning. I wasn’t feeling that. I knew I wasn’t going to make it down to Miami that early so I just drove them back to their Daddy’s house and watched them walk up to the door. When Hyperchick answered the door, I drove off.
Damn…I remember when he did the same thing to me. I didn’t like it. But I shrugged and drove on home. I sat here thinking about my life and how messed up the show was and how proud I am that I’m not getting depressed over it.
~sigh~
We’ll try again next week. Man…I’ma be alright.