No. Not of fame.
Fifteen minutes. It's all we have to do for our lesson plan for our grad school class. In front of the class. A class with a 50-plus-year-old scientist who looks like Bunson Honeydew's long-lost hippie brother, or that guy from the Fraggle Rock. A class with the two adorable twins we crush on a li'l bit. A class with a professor with more than 40 years in public education.
No pressure, though.
We're going to teach ledes. And yes we spelled it right. It's not like we've never done this, and it's not like we haven't, um, performed before. Fifteen minutes. It's like an open mic night without a guitar or forlorn song about destined for doom love. Considering the Nashville Star tryout was 30 *seconds*, this is nothing.
So why are we awake and procrastinating?
We're finding these days that the more we care about something, the more inspired we are, the more awake we are, and the more focused we are. Huh.
Old Man Snap doth matured y'all.
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