How To Stop Waiting (For Your Serenade)

I think everyone secretly wants a song written about them. I know I did, the only problem was the fact that I didn't have any dashing young human's, who were completely in love with me and trying to win me back after a theatrical argument, over something silly near the end of the movie.

But this minor detail was not going to deter me from achieving my goal. 

I've been wanting to make a short film that showcases footage of myself as a little kid, in contrast with footage of who I am now, for a long time. It seemed poetically perfect to do it in my eighteenth year. 

I tried to write a monologue for me to paste over the footage. But then, because I've been really getting into my poetry recently, it started to rhyme. Usually, that's great, but I wanted a nice three minute, angsty summery of my life and then to cap it off, a couple of paragraphs about how I'm looking forward to the future. 

So then I decided to write a poem. But then, everything stopped rhyming. It was a very frustrating process, to say the least.

Then I had an idea. What if I got someone to write a song based on my life, poetry, and writing? 

First of all, I was met with the usual self-doubt and self-discouragement that comes with almost every idea I have. What if no one wants to do it? What if people think I'm just vain and full of myself? What if people are so offended by the idea of requesting my own serenade, that they hunt me down and kill me with their acoustic guitars and hipster buns. 

Then I decided to go for it. Whats the worst that could happen? Death by acoustic guitar would at least be a pretty original thing to put on my gravestone. 

I posted to the NYDS Facebook group stating my cause. I couldn't pay them any money, because I'm working with a non-existent budget, and I didn't really have any strict criteria apart from the fact that the song couldn't be longer than five minutes. 

Within an hour five people had messaged me saying they were 'keen'. That was thrilling in itself. 

Within forty-eight hours Reagan Dunphy, a fellow NYDS student, had not only reached out but actually written a complete song.

I was almost in tears as I listened to it. She has a beautiful voice and the lyrics were beyond perfect. 

I'll be using her song in my next short film: A Self Portrait. And, you can check out her Instagram here

So, the moral of this story is:

Stop waiting. Stop waiting for whatever it is that you're waiting for. Take ownership of what you want and go out and get it. Just start asking, it's that easy.

So, stop waiting. 

Thanks for reading..!