I remind myself almost everyday of a memory from the first autograph I ever signed for someone. I was 13 years old and a female photographer was taking pictures of me and my brother, Zach, for our Bar Mitzvah (Yes I was raised Jewish). She was taking pictures of me holding my Ibanez guitar and Zach holding drum sticks. She asked that I sign an autograph for her because she had a feeling I was going to be a famous musician one day. It gave me goosebumps to actually sign my name in this fashion for the first time.
I never let that memory go away and always remind myself of it. That autograph is still out there somewhere and the photographer's conviction still resounds within me. I always remind myself to live up to it.
Wow it's a beautiful story normal that you want to remember it !!!
And this women has reason very soon you will be a famous musician and you are one already a little ;)
Posted by: Wendy | 07/11/2010 at 06:36 AM