Sorry for the 80 second long Snapchat story of the same DJ booth under a slightly different set of lights. Sorry for the obnoxious captions (BOTNEK brought me backstage! Smiley Face). And I am sorry for spamming your Instagram feeds with DJ after DJ who a majority of you have literally never heard of. All at the decent hour of 2 AM.
Now that I have conveyed my remorse for spamming your life, let me now point out that you guys have it SO much better than those unlucky enough to be at the same show as me.
As many of you know, it has not been an uncommon occurrence for me to end up in the DJ booth. What many of you don't know is that, rarely do I parade into the DJ booth unquestioned and welcomed with open arms. Life is glamorous once I beat the bouncer, but it's always an adventure getting there.
The notion that I 'belong' in the DJ booth started in Australia. This is because in Australia, after 20 years of life, it finally dawned on me that I could do this really terrible thing- lie. Lying was a skill I assumed I did not have. That was until I boldly marched up to a bouncer claiming I was an incredibly famous DJ in Vegas. I noted that the club would be shamed and ridiculed by the media if he didn't let me in. After a stream of threats, it worked, and I was in.
My sense of entitlement has only deepened from there. Next show, I started yelling at the bouncer that I was the DJs girlfriend. He looked terrified, and let me past as I informed the DJ that I was his new girlfriend (Shout out to Dahra).
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| The obnoxious social media flaunting once I've gotten in is a personality flaw I'm currently working on. |
The next life event that further encouraged me to lie was an interview I had with an EDM agency. I asked for advice when it came to advancing in the industry. The answer: Get back stage. Sneak back there; start writing for a local blog; do whatever you have to do; but you will go nowhere with no connections. You get back stage, and you start meeting the people who matter.
It was at this moment that clubbing and networking officially became synonymous in my life. If I could achieve the same level of success in my studies as I do with a drink, my leather pants, and a DJ playing in front of me, then I wouldn't be still searching for a post college job.
For example: This Past Saturday Night.
I went to see Botnek, a DJ duo who have recently gained popularity, and Kill the Noise. As I stood with my brother and two friends, I silently berated myself. Farrell, can you not just relax and have a good time watching the show? Do not leave your brother by himself to go harass the bouncer. Just be happy and try to forget the fact that you might be having a real live anxiety attack standing here in this crowd.
The anxiety attack won as I announced I was taking a bathroom break. I needed to get backstage.
The series of events that followed were, as usual, odd. So I will summarize:
I walked straight into the DJ booth. The bouncer had to use the restroom conveniently when I decided to invite myself in, but as I saw him return, I panicked. I walked right out as he stared at me confused. I probably could have gotten away with staying backstage, however I didn't want to be discovered and kicked out.
My next stop was the bouncer at the front door, who directed me to Kill the Noise's tour manager. I proceeded to tell him a wallowing story about how I was a local college student, trying to get her EDM blog off the ground. I cited my public relations major, my passion for the industry, and emphasized his authority and power.
When I still got a no, I had finally had enough. "Look, I just snuck backstage, but left because I had the decency to come ask you first." He shook his head and said there was nothing he could do. He also suggested I sneak backstage again.
So I complied.
I marched back up to the backstage door, and informed the bouncer that the tour manager insisted I be let in. He shook his head no, and I again told my self-pity laced story. Struggling writer. Let me in. Or I will harass you for the next thirty minutes.
Once I wouldn't let it go, the bouncer turned to a man to his right who I had not noticed before. "Dude can you just escort this girl back stage? That way I can let her in."
The guy looked at me, and without any tact, the first thing out of my mouth was, "and who are you?"
The guy looked at me confused. "I'm Botnek?" And proceeded to escort me backstage.
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| Kill the Noise and the guy from Botnek together |
In what world would someone believe that I am an EDM blogger when I don't even recognize the DJ? I do not know, but I'm certainly not asking any questions. The tour manager congratulated me on my successful entry, and finally agreed to give me his contact information for networking purposes. The venue's promoter helped me get my brother in, and we had the best view in the house.
All in all, I take this weekend to be an affirmation that I should relentlessly nag any and everyone around me until I get exactly what I want. I can only hope it will continue to be successful.
So until next time,
F
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