I immersed myself in new jewelry designs. I started going to a few challenging yoga classes, feeling my body regain flexibility and strength I had lost. Sleep and meals focusing on fresh fruits and vegetables along with some spicy Korean dishes rejuvenated my health in no time. I met up with some very long time girl friends I haven't seen in ages to discuss all of the exciting things that were happening in their lives that I had missed while I was traveling. I even attended a very dear friend from high school's wedding reception and caught the bouquet! I started to feel so very normal, comfortable, and warm.
I unpacked my sparkly black dress I used to perform in, replaced my golden-sequined shoes back on the top of my dresser, prepared to catch up on a few episodes of "The Office", and that's when I got the call.
When you are a musician the calls you receive can only be from a few select individuals. (most of the people in your life stop staying in touch because they correctly assume you aren't at home.) The people who are left include: all of your band members, your manager, your mother (and if you are a guy, possibly some angry blonde babes from Detroit you asked to meet you after the show and then stood up.) That's about it. There are no surprises as to whom you will receive a phone call from, but as far as what that phone call will be about…well, it could be anything.
"I know I told you guys that you had the summer off, but hop back in the van and drive to Florida tomorrow because we are opening up for an arena tour!"
"Hope your week off was great, we are playing 'Saturday Night Live' on Sunday. Polish up your parts and maybe you ought to buy a red dress..."
"How does a tour in Europe sound next Saturday?"
This is why whenever I pick up my phone I am mentally prepared for the speaker on the other end to tell me to suit up and pack a lunch because tomorrow I'll be traveling to the moon.
Nick called me. "Hi Meg"
"So something kind of came up."
"Really? You found a house didn't you? I can finally move up north and start organizing the craft room and kitchen I've always dreamed of in my very own place?!"
"Um, no. The opening act for 'The Fray' just canceled, and they want to know if we can fill in for the rest of the tour. You in?"
"Well, I need to think about it."
"O.k., well, when will you know?"
"I don't know."
Then I hung up, grabbed one of the mountain bikes in my parent's garage and road that bike straight up the mountain by my house.
I don't ride bikes.
I needed to breathe some fresh air, find a quiet space to think. Why was the decision so huge you ask? I tour all the time. I know. It's just that I was promised a little, TINY, break.
Well, I guess touring with "The Fray" could be a BIG break. So I rode home, called my manager and Nick on a three way conference call and told them very calmy and assuredly, though my heart was pounding between my ears.
"O.K. I'll do it."