Day 4 of Every Day
Today, my dad finished the initial version of my personal website, so this was the first journal entry I was able to publish.
The forecast for today said it was supposed to rain. I had planned to use this rain to my advantage and sing something soft, slow, or sad to match the vibe. Rain is a useful tool in my arsenal to set the scene for my videos. If you watch today's video, however, you will notice that the song I sang was neither slow nor sad, per say.
I made a good attempt at singing "Only For You" by Tors, but the recording I made did not turn out well and I was not satisfied. I may or may not have thrown a small fit and complained to my mother that I was worthless.
After taking a break to cool off I decided it was a good plan to start fresh with a new song and a new location. I had no plan in mind, except that I wanted to sing something by Creedence Clearwater Revival for my grandpa, so, when my dad got home from work, I pulled him and my sister into my scheme and we drove around downtown Liberty looking for a place to record.
And we happened to strike gold.
While I drove aimlessly through the meandering streets of the historic district, my dad scanned for any locations that looked like good video material. While passing through one neighborhood he suddenly gasped and, in his ever enthusiastic way. "Wow! That house looks like a fairy kingdom!"
I immediately slammed on the breaks and parked on one side of the road. I hadn't even seen the house yet, but based on his exclamation, it sounded like the ideal place for the song I had in mind.
Upon further examination, it was, in fact, ideal. This was the first time I would be filming on private property, however, and I was admittedly a little nervous. I mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the monarch of this fairy kingdom, expecting a wizened old grandma who took painstaking care of her flowers, but much to my surprise, the woman who answered the door looked much closer to my age, perhaps a student at the nearby college. And she, after beaming with pride and explaining that her garden was full of native plants which were fantastic for the environment, happily obliged.
And so, I recorded a rendition of "Have You Ever Seen the Rain," my dad recording me and my sister holding up the lyrics for me, and went home feeling very successful.
Despite the fact that I only have 69 followers on Instagram still. All of which are people I know.
I'm confident the number will grow soon enough.
