it was for a telephone fortune-telling service, an audition to become a fortune teller.
It was my very first experience.
Before I even reached this audition, I had already received rejection notices from two telephone fortune-telling companies.
So this audition felt like one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments— something rare, sparkling, like a constellation of stars.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
But it went so badly it was almost shocking.
At night, like a star that suddenly glitters and disappears in an instant, the audition— and the possibility of working as a telephone fortune teller— quietly slipped away.
…
After that, I felt so hurt and exhausted that I started watching Björk videos.
And Björk’s “Hyperballad” was so unbelievably beautiful.
The audition was a complete failure, and I was really struggling, but I kept thinking—
why is Björk’s voice so incredibly good?
Failure feels dark, but her voice felt like a beam of light pouring down from a very high place.
Maybe it was because I touched that light.
After all, brightness is better, isn’t it? We want light, don’t we?
On nights like this, on dark days like this.
Tomorrow, I’ll make sure to bask in the sunlight.
(´Д｀)
Failure hurts— a lot.
As long as you’re alive, pain is part of the deal, right?
(´;ω;｀)💗
Still,
I hope tomorrow I’ll be okay again.
And to everyone reading this— please take care, and stay well.
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