Why I Perform

Why I Perform When I was in eighth grade, I first heard Bob Dylan on the radio. While randomly switching stations, I came across “Like A Rolling Stone” playing loud and clear. Instantly, I was a fan. I began to collect everything I could. My father, seeing my new found interest, decided it would be the fatherly thing to do to support me. So for my fifteenth birthday, he bought me two tickets to see …showed first 75 words of 650 total…

…showed last 75 words of 650 total…wanted to be the center of attention. I wanted to have a career like Dylan’s where I could perform non-stop from the time I’m twenty until I die. I wanted to be the name on everyone’s ticket. I wanted to be the face on everyone’s shirt. I wanted all the lights, and shirts, and audiences, and concerts. At that moment and every moment since, I have craved the thrill of performance.