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Isn’t it funny how people are intimidated by the littlest things? When I sing, people love the energy and the freeness of our band. We have such a great time and everyone adores us. There is one group of older women who is constantly picking on me for some reason though. It’s the strangest thing. The one girl is very pretty but usually drinks to the point of someone having to carry her out of the place. She is in her late 40’s and early in the night, she is absolutely beautiful. The only thing is that there is something missing in her smile. She looks vacant. Her husband cheated on her last year and everyone new about it but she is still with him. I feel so sad for her. We’ve all attached ourselves to someone who wasn’t good for us. I suppose it’s just a little harder to get a handle on when you are married to him and have a family and life together. I just think it is strange that she and her friends would feel the need to sit at a table and pick on the fact that I smile on stage and have fun? I have to wonder how that could be? My voice rang out like an angel and I was even having a good hair day. There was absolutely nothing to be making such a blatant mockery of. At first I wanted to say something like “Um… you know I can see you right?” Then I tried to ignore them so they would do something bigger and as I looked over, they would laugh at me and point. How strange that this mother of 3 children with a smokin’ hot body would actually want to hurt me while I was on stage trying to entertain her? I have to say that in the moment it really did hurt my feelings. Was I supposed to stop smiling? What were they trying to tell me? I guess I will never know but I do know that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was trying to be the best person I could be. Even though I don’t have a husband and children, there was no reason to want to hurt me? I am a cute 30’s girl that bounces around and lives life to the fullest and I guess there are always going to be people who resent that for whatever reason. Do we really all want each other’s lives? That seems like sort of a waste while we’re in the middle of the one we have. I’m not sure how I will handle girls like her next time. I don’t know how I could not let it bother me a little bit? It was a little defeating having a drunk heckler at a hospital ball. I’ll try harder to believe in myself and not let a few unhappy girls make me doubt my actions. Of course…3 hours of it was a little much if you ask me!
