Kels is currently sailing the Atlantic Ocean on a cruise with family but this is super important.
By now you guys have heard the statements from the talking heads that are the executives at Fox. We didn’t hear the news we wanted today. We were hoping to be able to exhale for the first time since September 22. Unfortunately, we are still on the hook.
It is up to us to save Ginny Baker and Pitch. She may not “need a man to rescue her” but she needs to her fans to do it.
We are asking that each of you please follow our new Twitter account @PitchStreetTeam. We have work to do!
This is about saving a show that matters and NEEDS to be on the air. If things don’t go our way in May we need to be able to rest easy knowing we did all that we could. But we feel confident that if we put in the work now, things will go our way. This is gonna take work and persistence. Let’s remember it took Ginny five years in the minors before she got to the BIGS. What if she quit in year three or four even?
We can’t quit in January. Right now we are the Padres six games back in the wild-card race! Please follow @PitchStreetTeam where we will be running campaigns monthly until May. Remember how hard Ginny worked out in episode 2? Yeah that’s us right now. “We gotta get our work in.”
I’ve been friends with my BFF, Leighann for almost 15 years.
Leighann is my exact opposite. She is very neat, hates computers and is kind of an introvert.
But she is such a good person, and because we are opposites, we get along famously. She’s a certified consoler, and is essentially a PhD away from being a doctor of psychiatry. I really enjoy talking to her about behavioral theory.
Anyway, I just told her about some of my plans for the rest of the year. It’s all music shit, and it is all very much a gamble. It’s scary, because I am riding the monorail on the poverty line. Not to even mention that the payoff for this line of work isn’t exactly something most people experience. Sometimes I get really scared and wonder if I’m taking an irrational gamble with my life. I really believe that I can do it, but there are so many other factors aside from my ability to entertain a group of people that my success dangles from.
Amidst all these worries, my best friend told me she was proud of me for following my dreams.
That made me so happy, you guys. She is proud of me, and believes in me. She doesn’t have to, but she does. That lights up my dark nights brighter than a million lighthouses. This person who I’ve known since 8th grade transformed her life. She went on to her masters degree dispite familial, financial and all the social hardships that a young, black, lesbian woman experiences. She’s a fucking bad ass, and she believes in my fluffy dream of being a rockstar. She supports me and believes I’m gonna get there. That makes it even easier to see through all the clouds, and remember that even during a thunderstorm the sun is still shining.