i am just in the way in the dressing room.
before she went on stage with her second solo, was one of those moments. i wanted to say good luck and i love you, but she looked right through me. and when i insisted on hanging around, she basically told me to get lost.
“you don’t tell a hitter good luck and i love you before they step into the batters box. or a pitcher before he takes the mound.
i get it, that makes total sense right? sometimes it takes an outside perspective for you to get over having your feelings hurt by inside stuff. look at her stretching, she is in 