North America Guitar Tour Meadville A Day Before August 6, 2014 It takes just over two hours by navigation to reach my next destination, Meadville, Pennsylvania. I came here a day earlier than planned because I hurriedly returned from Canada. I was thinking of taking the opportunity to get there early for the first time on this trip, when we received a call from Mr. I, who I was staying with in Meadville, who told me that the venue I had planned to play in Meadville had told me that I couldn't play cover songs. It's not that I don't have any original songs, but I don't have enough songs to play a full solo stage. Even if I mix in folk songs, it could last only 20 to 30 minutes. Above all, if there were anyone who came to see peacejoytown, they would be disappointed if I didn't play any cover songs. I had heard that they were enthusiastic about it at first, so without knowing what had happened, I started practicing original songs that I don't usually play in a corner of the rest area. Mr. I was my junior in junior high and high school, and although we were connected on Facebook, the first time we met was at an event at our high school in the spring of that year. He was nine years younger than me, so we never met while we were in school. Because we were in a special boarding school environment, not knowing the names of our seniors was fatal, but we had no connection at all. It may be a privilege for seniors to be able to take care of someone just through school connections, but I was not strict with my juniors at all, so I would like to leave out the senior-junior distinction here. For Mr. I, it was an unexpected early arrival, but it turned out to be the right decision. I went to the venue to say hello and try to ask about the cover song, but the person in charge was somewhat cold and wouldn't even look me in the eye. Regarding the cover song, he insisted that I couldn't do it, and since I announced it under the name peacejoytown, I tried to argue that they needed to prepare to play it somewhere else after the live (such as on the street), but I could sense that he didn't want to do the live at all, so I decided to make a decision after meeting Mr. I. I am more sensitive than anyone when someone doesn't want to do something. Soon I met Mr. I in front of the venue, and after exchanging greetings, we started talking about the live the next day. It seemed that Mr. I had the same feeling as me. I'm just a passerby, so I don't care if everyone dislikes me, but that's not the case for Mr. I, who lives in this area. However, it didn't take long for us to come to a decision. I called the person in charge there and told him that I wanted to cancel, and he replied curtly, "I understand," as if he had been waiting for me to say that. Just in case anyone was planning to come to the next day's concert, I let them know on Facebook that it was cancelled, then had dinner with Mr. I, and as punishment, I decided to sleep in my car in a rest area about 20 minutes from Meadville. Mr. I had also made plans expecting me to come the next day, so he agreed to help me out again the next day. Since Montreal, I haven't had many good days, but I didn't feel any anxiety like I did after I struck out in Reading or Tucson. I had been feeling down until then, so it was only natural that I would have a backlash. *People mentioned in this article are listed by their initials until their identities can be confirmed. |
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