"Good" Music

This morning I found myself on the uptown R train heading to Union Square when I was hit with the sudden idea that I am not listening to trendy music on my iphone. I was, in fact, listening to the sweet sweet sounds of Selena Gomez and The Scene. It's amazing how you can feel self conscious about something that -literally- nobody would know about unless you said something, isn't it? There was nobody around me (What's up, 6am train travel!) and my music was at a sensible volume, but for some reason I felt like my skinny jeans and World Wildlife Federation tee shirt deserved a decidedly more hip soundtrack this morning.

And so I blasted the Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World soundtrack, silently jamming out to Black Sheep until I realized I had transferred to the wrong train and jumped off in a panic, running to street level. I haled a taxi like a champ and ordered the driver (who was lackadaisically picking at something in his teeth, I prefer not to ponder on this) to take me to Union Square as I was ten minutes away from my interview. During this ride the song switched on me.

Threshold by Sex Bob-Omb. Epic three block taxi ride. No joke, I was three blocks away from Union Square and freaking out like I'd accidentally woken up on Coney Island. (For those of you who, like me, don't know the geography of NYC, Coney Island is a scary place. It's also a good bit away from Union Square).

Upon arriving promptly on time at my interview location, I was informed that there was an emergency relocation of the fixtures and design of the store. Awesome, this is actually why I am here. Seriously- it's the job I am interviewing for. I got a little excited seeing all the new fall merch on tables and the mannequins dressed in their blissfully classy fall clothes.

Then I got the fun news. My interview was being rescheduled. I'll be receiving a call later on in the day to tell me when and where and all that fun detail.

So I smiled, shook off the disappointment as I was quite excited to get there and work my charm and talent into a position at the store,  and left happily on the outside. Inside I was slightly disheartened. What if they don't call? Is this their way of telling me that they're not hiring me? When can I buy that jacket I saw in the back? So many questions hung in the air.

Like a good youngest child, I immediately called my mom and talked to her. She talked me down from the metaphorical bridge I was about to throw myself off of and my heart smiled. I miss her. A lot.

One over priced Starbucks bagel and iced coffee later, I am on the train home and smiling at myself. I have since switched from the high energy Scott Pilgrim soundtrack to the sweet dulcets of Cameron Mitchell singing Blackbird from The Glee Project.

Sue me. I loved the show. Dameron forever.

The song quickly changed to Can't Touch This from the same show and I was laughing at myself, smiling, and possibly blushing at the idea of being in a music video with the cast and dancing it up with Marissa and Damien. Yep, I go there in my head. We're pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.

I guess trendy music is all in the ear of the beholder(see what I did there?). As long as it makes you smile and blush and picture yourself in ridiculously awesome 90's hip hop gear, you're on good footing.

I'm still waiting for the call, but then again it's only 8:00am.

Stay Golden!
B