This weekend my body was stretched to it’s furthest reaches.
Constant schedule shifts.
Random other pains.
It was worth it.
When you believe in something, someone, in the beauty that magic can make from the mind- you have to do something.
For me, this story goes back quite a long way.
I met Queen GodIs in 2008. The day Michael Jackson died.
We did a show. I hosted. She performed. I was in awe.
We would get to know each other in that creative people crossing paths sort of way and form a mutual respect. Cause, game recognize game.
One day she invited me to a performance that was so out of this world that I pledged in my heart to help her as soon as I could help myself. I spoke it out to the Universe and walked away from the thought to deal with my personal issues.
Fast forward to Jan/Feb 2016.
My life was changing. Things were coming into fruition. I was learning how to deal with certain triggers and I finally took responsibility for my physical health.
Still I was tired. I was stretched thinner than an extra small rubber band.
That was when she hit me up.
Queen GodIs put forth the ultimate challenge: to help her produce a
show, no an EXPERIENCE. A one woman show. HER show. One night only. With limited funding.
I’m no stranger to the limited funds part. Such is the plight of the (Black) creative. Doors get closed in your face before they get opened. Every cliche about being twice as good for a spot in line with mediocre people is the Gods honest truth.
Knowing this. Having my own EXTENSIVE experiences with the word “No”-
I said “YES.”
I said yes to joining the small team (Queen GodIs, Larry our co-curator), as Production Manager for Eve. The Book of Lyte: Chapter 1. A literary concert celebrating women and gender non-conforming emcees with art, performance, and conversation. I said yes to taking someone’s project and treating it like it was my own. I said yes to outings and meetings and being late for work (later than usual-lol), I said yes to finding ways to make a dollar out of 15 cents. I said yes to asking for more help. I said yes to making mistakes, fixing mistakes. I said yes to supporting an artist that needed a yes, and deserved as many yesses as she could carry in both her arms.
So we did it.
We got help. We borrowed things. We were challenged by broken promises in the 11th hour. We changed the flow of the event. We made media and learned technical stuff, and put on a MOTHER-EFFING DAMN GREAT SHOW!
We showed them.
We were better on our worst day than mediocre people on their best day.
We said yes to each other when no one else would.