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 …

…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.