That’s Not Something That Happens Every Day #8
After praise-team practice last month, a few of the bandmates and I were standing out in the parking lot.
“Rolly and Dan,” I said to the drummer and bass player as Ken (the sound guy and husband) looked on, “I have a song coming out tonight. Make sure you listen to it a thousand times so that I can recoup .0006 cents.”
Rolly immediately reached into his pocket and handed me a penny.
Back in the car, on the way home, Ken says to me, “You need to frame that penny.”
I’ve had several people remark to me over these past crazy couple years, “You must really be raking in the money.” Others want to know how I can “make it big.”
It’s never been about the money for me (which is probably a good thing, because I haven’t made any ha ha). I write music because it’s my passion.
Would I love it if Dolly Parton contacted me tomorrow and said, “Hey, girl, I really like your song ‘Gonna Live My Life’ and want to record it”? Duh. I would squeal and faint all at the same time.
If Keith Urban wanted to record “I’ll Carry You,” I’d let him.
In the meantime, I’m going to frame my little penny from Rolly because I love him and he loves me and his encouragement means the world to me.
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