Cupcakes, Sprinkles, and Other Happy Things
Last night I got the weekly email: I’ve sold 88 albums this week for a grand total of 3,863 albums sold since my release date on February 12th.
I’ve basically just told you how much I weigh and every dirty little secret I have.
Unless you are celebrating CD sales with a gold record in your hand- there is really no need for anyone to strut their numbers, especially numbers this paltry.
I laid in bed- refusing to cry.
But then it occurred to me that one time, when I was doing a wrapping paper fundraiser for middle school choir, I was desperately trying to win a plastic helmet that had a fan and flashlight attached to the top and a swirly straw that wraps around your entire head and lands in your drink- and I am sure I sold way more than $3,860 then.
The tears came.
I’ve sold more boxes of girl scout cookies.
Yesterday I crunched numbers. How much it costs to travel to where I am going, how much I pay the people who play the music for me on stage, how much for a hotel room.