An invisible, invincible boundary exists between Fame and Normal Life. Some people get to cross over, at least for fifteen minutes. A few lucky ones get to cross over back to Normal Life.
Me? I’m stuck in The Boundary.
I am in both worlds at the same time. Confusing. Normal Life can be a hard pill to swallow. Fame is a hard pill to spit out.
My plan is to cross over to Normal Life, leaving Fame behind for good. It’s a plan wrought with land mines - obligations, contracts, band mates and the biggest land mine of them all: fans.
Being X13 is like a well-worn, well-fitting shirt. I put it on and take it off as I see fit, depending on the situation. A photographer is on his way to take edgy photos of me, with a wild, natural backdrop. He said the concept was to have Nature mirror my true nature…or something cryptic like that. I don’t really care. It’s just a part of the job, the ugly and boring part of the job. I signed up to make music that makes a difference, not to make avant-garde art, not to BE avant-garde art.