Before I can regale you with my day-to-day struggles as an entertainer-in-the-making, I feel that some context might be helpful to you, my beloved audience. In order for you to fully understand the uniquely first-world problems I have been confronted with and will continue to face in my battle for notoriety, a little back-story on my 25 years-worth of creative endeavors will serve as the context you would no doubt beg for if you existed outside of my head.
These tales (heretofore known as “The Chronicles of One Hand Clapping”) will be divided into volumes; with each entry detailing one of the many types of artistic expression I have tried my hand at over the past quarter-century. You will hear of my time as a local music sensation, of my pre-teen obsession with stage acting, and my most recent soul-crushing efforts to make it as a filmmaker. You will read the first piece of fiction I ever put to paper (rightfully awarded a Check Plus Plus by my second grade teacher) and relive my traumatic introduction to the basics special FX makeup design.
You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll find it hard to follow my confusing (or what some would call “incorrect”) use of punctuation and countless run-on sentences. But hopefully in the end you’ll understand what drives me to make the seemingly haphazard decisions that have gotten me this far and will continue to carry me on my epic journey through the forest of obscurity. Hopefully you will conclude that I'm not as delusional as I may seem. In which case, please let me know as I am constantly questioning my own sanity and would appreciate your input.
But who knows? No great life story is complete without a heavy undercurrent of uncertainty. Will our hero emerge from the disorienting darkness of the forest into the bright light of notoriety? Only time will tell. But what series of events propelled him into the depths of said forest? For that, read on in… “The Chronicles of One Hand Clapping”!
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