Turning Into

I bought 2 packets of fairy lights To create a scenario where I can act To be a character and so forget All the insecurity that I am. One light packet to put around the mic stand Other to put around a canvas carefully hand painted: “I’m Aline, thank you for supporting” Sewed a purple velvet on my guitar case, to make it flashy Printed business cards, to make it professional Sounds poetic and pathetic. All that luxury over a cold floor. Money. I spent what I did have and didn’t. Battery powered amplifier. Good microphone. There’s the advantage of being "here". All that stuff can be affordable. There’s the advantage of being "here". And I can be a street musician. Can I? Is opportunity capacity? Am I a musician? I’m not sure. But I need to believe. And because of that, I set up a stage, I dress up a character. Selling myself up. Because my music is who I am. I took time to understand it. To do it. Now I see: I desperately need to do it. And since I’m not an artist and I don’t even have a stage I go to the streets. Pretending, shaping my own spectacle. Until it happens.