|The Things I Put Up With (private)
||[Sep. 8th, 2006|07:53 am]
*at his house in Vegas for a few days before going back on tour with the band*|
*is awoken early by Beth nudging him*
"Wh...what..what is it? Good God Beth, it's the AM. I haven't been up in the morning since like..2002."
*is informed that his niece is doing career day in 4th grade and her dad can't make it*
"So what am I supposed to do? Your family's in California."
*is further informed that he could fax a letter to the school to be used in a presentation explaining what he does*
"Why doesn't he just write one? Why do I have to do it? What do you mean he's incommunicado? What about Rich or Susan or..."
*is interrupted with explanation of what seems like a vast family conspiracy to get him to write a letter*
"Oh. When does she need it?"
"Noon?! *#@$U*#*U$. Kurt owes me." *goes to write*
Dear Mrs. Henderson's 4th grade class,
Since Brittany's dad was busy, and I'm all the way in Las Vegas, I'm writing you this letter for career day. I'm Brittany's Uncle Mark. I don't know if she's told you already, so I'll just start with the basics. I'm a musician. I play in a band called The Killers. (We're not as mean as we sound, I promise!) I should hope that you all have older brothers and sisters who know about us, it would be unfortunate if they weren't so enlightened. I play bass. It's like a guitar, sort of, but not. Instead of six strings, it has 4, and instead of making really high pitched noises it makes really low ones, so it fits in better with the drummer to create a nice rhythm for the song. I hope you're all getting this, I don't really know a better way to explain it. Anyway, being a musician is really hard work but it's a lot of fun. First we record an album, which takes up almost all of our time for at least a few months. We lock ourselves in a studio until we're done, and during that time we hardly see our families. Then we go out on tour, and play concerts for people so they can hear the songs on our album and if they like them, they'll probably buy the album, and that's how we make most of our money. Touring takes a long time, during which we travel the entire world, leaving hardly any time to be at home. So while it's an awesome job and I work with awesome people, I have to sacrifice a lot of time at home, and I don't see my wife as much as I'd like to. But it's what I've wanted to do since I was your age. Which is proof that if you just keep pressing on, and following your dreams, you can reach them!
All The Best,
*he hands the letter to Beth, who promptly goes upstairs and faxes it*
"Kurt really owes me."