This is the takeover, new friends.
Now that she has given in to my wits and ways, Jesse will no
longer be the wordsmith behind this page. Mostly it was the title; I couldn’t
let her get away with it. Oh the places we’ll go.
The excitement in me buzzes like a drug. Bright lights,
stage frights, it will all be here in due time. The exploits of adventures and
endeavors. Perhaps a pratfall or two to keep you guessing. At the very least
you can laugh at me if not with me. In high hopes I ask that you listen along
and don’t dare buckle any seatbelts you might have scrounged from this beat-up
old car, because this ride will only be worth my time, and yours, if we let it
be a bumpy one.
I should explain. But for now I will say this. I am a
musician. Do I yet deserve this title? This has yet to be debated and determined.
Jane Lady doesn’t like to be told no. She doesn’t take well
to fear. And since she is me, I un-solemnly promise to deliver the goods of my
time in the underbelly of the the beast. Maybe the beauty will be rearing its
ugly head on occasion too.
Welcome to the revolution. Be careful where you sit down and
don’t get comfy.
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