Joy Burger

I'm sitting in my favorite restaurant in NYC, wishing I had my laptop because then the words could flow freely from my fingertips as quickly as they pour into my mind.

It's today. The Pentatonix concert. Somewhere on this tiny little island called Manhattan, is my favorite band ever. In a hotel. Somewhere.

And later on this evening, I'm going to be in the same room with them.

I'm not ready! Haha. But I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'm not quite as panicky as I expected to be. Perhaps because I've known this day was coming for a while now.

I hope it's amazing.

I just read the blogs on Kirstie's website...and wow. I never quite knew how to relate to her. I've gone through phases of obsession with the different band members of Pentatonix ever since I discovered them. First it was Avi, who I had a supreme crush on for a few months before I realized I was being creepy and unrealistic. Then it was Scott and Mitch...or Scomiche... because I watched every single Superfruit episode and fell in love with them (and also Scott's voice...like, I can't contain myself lol). Most recently it was Kevin, because that boy (sorry, man,) can make a cello sing like no other. I love his EP. (I just realized those are my initials. Heheh).

I guess obsessing over Kirsten would be the next logical step. But she was always so quiet, so self contained in a way, that I couldn't place her into any sort of a compartment in my mind and understand her. If I'm being honest, she intimidated me. For one girl to be able to hold her own and shine in the midst of 4 guys...that takes guts. And power. And strength. And now, I'm not intimidated as much as impressed - I respect her so much.

So, to get back on track, I read her blogs. And all of a sudden, she's my new obsession. Did you know she loves to write? Even more so, that she's GOOD at it? I can relate to her! Not that I'm trying to find a piece of myself in her, because I'm not. At least, I don't think I am. Or maybe...maybe that's what we all do when looking for friends or role models or when we meet someone on the street. We look for a little piece of ourselves in them, and when we find it, we latch onto it and use it as the connecting thread that binds our hearts together.

But by reading her blog, I've realized that she's a real person. An extremely talented, gorgeous, sometimes intimidating and just completely amazing person who gets to live her dreams, but a real person nonetheless. And she inspires me.

And really, what's to stop me from doing the same?

I can live my dreams. I will live my dreams.

Love,
Eia