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So, wondering what I’ve done since Hogwarts, huh? Well, ever since I was little, I’d always wanted to be a famous rock star. I was flipping through channels at a Muggle friend’s house when I was about, oh, ten, and they had this footage from a Rolling Stones concert playing. I was… gosh, I was just floored! I mean, my jaw hit the floor and my eyes were huge and a voice in my head said ‘I want to do THAT!’

So as soon as I graduated, I packed up my guitar and a duffel bag and headed for New York City. I know London has a pretty good music scene, but everyone I talked to wanted a hardcore punk rocker, and that’s not really me. I’m more of a classic rock/garage band kinda girl, though I do love punk stuff. I just can’t pull off that whiny, nasaly singing style they all seem to have. Oh well… New York seemed like a better bet for what I wanted to play, so I got on a plane, all bright-eyed about following my dream.

Unfortunately, the record deals were a little slow in coming. As in, non-existent. I lived in this shit hole of an apartment in Alphabet City with, like, six or eight other artistic type hopefuls. Slept on the floor, shared a bathroom with the whole apartment complex. Looking back, it was pretty gross. But at the time, I was just so happy to be playing.

I did a ton of temp jobs, waitressing, clerking- the works. And I played gig after gig, but no one wanted to hire me permanently and all the bands I tried out for either didn’t want me or broke up after a few rehearsals. So after about two years of that, I was fairly worn down. And then my Uncle Bertie died, and I figured it was time to go home. My parents died when I was little, and my dad’s sister Deirdre and her husband Bertie raised me. I owe them a ton, and I did miss them. So when I realized that Auntie Deirdre was all alone, I knew it was time to give up the guitar and do something more practical.

Now that I’m thinking about it, working at a joke shop probably isn’t most people’s idea of a practical job, but whatever. It’s more practical and grounded than anything else I’ve done, so I guess it’s a step in the right direction. Except…

Except that lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my music, and I’m realizing how much I miss it. I mean, I love WWW, but I sort of feel like I’m stagnating there. Like I’m not doing what I’m meant to be doing. This whole situation tastes too much like regret for my liking. Still… I can’t really complain. I have loads of friends, a nice guy, and a job that pays the bills. I should be happy with that.

Just wish I could convince myself of that now.

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