What A Madhouse It Was ...

The heavy burden of my fallen cousin’s memory weighed on my shoulders as I approached the MadHouse TV studios early that Saturday morning. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that I was getting closer to realizing my artistic dreams, while simultaneously mourning the loss of a family member who had always been an inspiration to me. Evan Ginzburg, the man who had first given me a taste of the radio world, greeted me warmly. He had already heard the tragic news and, to my surprise, offered me the opportunity to dedicate my performance on Legends TV to my cousin. As I paced nervously outside the studio, I could feel the knot in my stomach growing tighter. The producers, sensing my anxiety, decided to move me up in the schedule, making my performance the opening act. As the minutes ticked by, my heart raced faster and faster, until the moment finally arrived. I took the stage, and with the cameras rolling, I dedicated my performance to the memory of my cousin. But then, in the midst of the spotlight and the pressure of the live broadcast, I froze. The words of the song, which had been etched into my mind just moments before, suddenly evaporated. I stumbled through the lyrics, my voice wavering and cracking under the emotional strain. The embarrassment and disappointment of that moment were almost too much to bear. After the disastrous performance, Evan did his best to salvage the situation by interviewing me about wrestling, music, and my various creative pursuits. But the damage had already been done. The weight of my failure hung over me like a dark cloud, overshadowing any excitement I had felt about appearing on Legends TV. With my heart heavy and my spirit crushed, I made my way back to Queens. As I walked, I found myself instinctively drawn to the familiar solace of the liquor store. It was a place I had visited countless times before, seeking comfort and refuge in the numbing embrace of alcohol. Today was no different. As I stared at the rows of bottles lined up on the shelves, I couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the day. My dreams of becoming the artist I believed I was had come crashing down around me, leaving me feeling more lost and alone than ever.

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