Moonlighting on my ideal job
An ideal job is the stuff of fantasy, maybe even a mirage. But it is good to visualize and draw the picture on the mind without reality intruding. How nice it would to earn like Tiger Woods, be as popular as Madonna, and live the lifestyle of Freddie Mercury? My definition of an ideal job would include tons of money, dollops of fame, and something I cherish in.
My ideal job would be a rock star. I imagine myself as a youngster attending a music school where my instrument is the guitar. I am hardly in my teens when I meet Pete, the drummer and Sam, the singer. And lo, he brings in Steve for the bass and before we knew it we had a band. We keep jamming everyday at the garage before a motel engaged us for the weekend jamborees.
We are into hard rock and do covers of “Meatloaf” and “Iron Maiden”. To cut a long story short, a talent studio executive spots us and signs for a record label. We name ourselves “Michael learns to rock” and our first album went platinum besides a couple of Grammy awards.
Being in the music industry has been our greatest adventure. We get to travel a lot and meet wild cheery friends. As Steve says “guitar” and “girls” define our lives. Friends advise us to go easy on drugs. It is heady feeling swamped by so much attention and absolutely no work to fill in the day. Every day one of the music channels, MTV or V, features our songs. Pete is interested in spirituality and wants a trip to China to learn Buddhism. Of course, we have a private jet and music producers have really spoilt us big time.
Mom and Dad are glad that I am doing so well here. He slogged his entire life as an electrician in a one-horse town. He is so proud of the posters, the bill boards, and wall signs of our band promotions. He even made an album of our press cuttings.
I am dating Reese Witherspoon now and present her with a Kohinoor pendant. We spend the Christmas at the Bahamas. My girlfriend is a classy woman and gets me an advertising endorsement for Pepsi. I am so busy living this life; everyone break into grin on spotting and they go out of their way to please me. After the success of the first record, the producers want our second record to be psychedelic. Of course, Steve is heavy on drugs and hallucinations and so that should be a piece a cake. I guess my song writing can still pack a punch.
We are planning to buy an island off the coast of Sumatra if the second record goes platinum. Each time we visit a new country, we are treated like royalty. The local networks would have no end of us, our interviews even when flippant generates a huge uproar. The other day I lambasted John Lennon for being pompous and our publicity agent said we are the brand ambassadors of the youth market; whatever that means. There is always a horde of admirers waiting outside our hotels. They go berserk each time we are in the balcony; some even keep a night long vigil battling the elements. I blow flying kisses and don’t realize understand the fuss.
I aspire to act in Hollywood but what the hell, I am still only 24. Or rather did I wake up from a wonderful dream? If only I can fix reality with the verve of my dreams. Fame, movies, sexy girls, private jets, exotic holidays are the stuff of my dreams. Many professions may get me there but not with the panache and arrogance of being a temperamental rock star.
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