Free The Goat: A Bronx Tale

The sun was shining brightly as we pulled into the parking lot of the Bronx Zoo, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the entrance. I could feel the anticipation and excitement building within me, and I glanced over at my wife Brenna, and my daughter Alenna, their faces mirroring my own eagerness for the day ahead. The weight of my recent struggles and failures seemed to momentarily lift as I envisioned the mental break this family outing would provide. As we made our way through the zoo, I couldn’t help but have the melody of my record “Free The Goat” playing on a loop in my mind. I thought about the countless hours I had poured into the track, and the numerous failed attempts to find a suitable goat farm to film the music video. Despite the setbacks, I refused to let my spirits dampen during our day together. We moved from exhibit to exhibit, observing the powerful lions and graceful tigers as they prowled through their enclosures. We watched the playful antics of the monkeys as they swung from branch to branch, eliciting laughter from my daughter. We marveled at the intricate beauty of the insects and admired the vibrant plumage of the exotic birds. Finally, as the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, we arrived at the petting zoo. My heart raced with anticipation as we approached the pen, where an assortment of goats of various shapes, sizes, and colors greeted us with their curious expressions. As we entered the enclosure, I could feel the excitement bubbling up within me, knowing that I was finally surrounded by the perfect cast for my music video. I spotted a particularly charismatic goat near the center of the pen, its confident stance and mischievous eyes seeming to beckon me closer. I walked over to it, humming the hook of my record under my breath. I leaned over the fence, extending my hand to give the goat a gentle pat on the head. It was at that moment that I felt a brief connection to the animal, a sense of understanding passing between us. I looked over at B, my eyes sparkling with excitement, and signaled for her to snap a photo. As she raised the camera, I flashed a subtle, genuine smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. The simple act of connecting with this goat, of feeling that momentary camaraderie, was enough to reignite the fire within me. The desire to shoot my music video and pursue my dreams of superstardom burned brighter than ever.