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« on: September 16, 2018, 01:33:52 PM »

   She says she’s a firm believer in the butterfly effect and that every little action all around the world can have a huge impact on everything that happens to us. She tells a story about a friend being rejected from the college of her dreams, how they ended up rooming together in the hometown dorms, how the roommate slept with her boy crush, how this led her to move back to her parents’ house and eventually out of town to the city where she went out drinking to dull the pain and met a girl who played guitar and offered to teach her, and how when she started writing and performing her songs she established a small fan-following which convinced her to do a small upstate tour, and how at one of those shows she met a guy who offered to record her at his studio barn and then the publicity and the sold out shows and the fame and the money and the new set of problems that comes with all that. But, she says, if Notre Dame had accepted my friend all those years ago, where would I be?
   The journalist nods and jots down notes and thinks, what a freaking lunatic, but remembers his own life being jolted around in similar ways; the trajectory of art school and little failed gallery shows with the undying support of his peers, continuing to fail and fail until going to see a singer who changed his life, suddenly turning to music but knowing he lacked the talent to make anything of it, but deciding he wanted to be close to the business jumped into grad school for a journalism degree and therefore declaring himself a part of the funeral march of two great American industries.
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