Reaching out anyway – part 3

As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.

Recap:

Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.

Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.

Continuation:

After our short chat in Instagram, I finally got the courage to ask him if he remembers grade 11 art class.

This is how the conversation went:

I blocked out part of the conversation as I do not want to share spoilers here. I have actually written the story of that art class already, twice. Once in the first person (my personal experience) and a second time in the third person (making it sound like fiction, which increases my exposure as per the rules of some of the publishing venues I will be targeting).

This is what he said when he found out that I was writing about my memory:

To be quite honest, I was really surprised he didn’t remember.

It must be said that I was a really shy and awkward girl in high school. I battled with self-esteem issues, body issues, social awkwardness. I had glasses and was struggling with some symptoms that prevailed after my childhood illness (meningitis). Plus I had only learned English a few years earlier, so I still had a heavy accent. Back in the 80s, the school population wasn’t near as diverse as the schools are today, and there were very few non-English speaking immigrants, unlike today. I was one of few who was ‘different’, and desperately trying to fit in (and not doing a very good job of it).

Side note: I made some lovely friends, some of whom I still have contact with today, so it wasn’t all doom and gloom. High school just wasn’t a time period in my life I spend a lot of energy on thinking about. But I completed the task of graduating (with Honors thank you very much) and went on to University. So there’s that. πŸ™‚

The main reason that art class stuck to my brain is probably because of the life drawing. Sketching a body when you are a self-absorbed, introverted teenager is a little nerve-wracking. I took an art class in University years later where we drew the human body in its naked form. Both a man (who was really nervous) and a young woman (who was very confident) posed for us with nothing on. The experience for me, the student artist in a University classroom, was very different even though I was still a teenager (19)…

But it’s that grade 11 art class with my friend in it that is the most vivid memory I have of high school. I wonder if he remembers something about it once I send him the story…? (Only one way to find out. If I don’t chicken out, that is…) πŸ˜‰

And then, another thing happened:

Just a few days ago I came across another post in my friend’s Instragram feed. This one:

He is amazing, isn’t it? πŸ™‚ ❀

So what do you think?

  1. Should I send him the links to this blog post series and then start sending out my story?
  2. Should I let him read my unfinished story?
  3. Or should I let you read my story first, as beta readers?

I don’t know what to do…

I let a friend of mine, who also went to the same high school as me, read the story in the first person a few months back but she wasn’t particularly enticed by it. It’s part of the reason why I sat on it so long. Then I changed it to the third person thinking it may change the tone. I haven’t sent her that copy (yet) and I probably won’t (or maybe I will). I don’t know…

If you’re interested in giving me some feedback, my email is on my contact page of my blog. Feel free to let me know and I’ll send you the story. Maybe a different perspective might help me finish it…

As always, thank you for reading. See you in the comments. πŸ™‚

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Reaching out anyway – part 3

  1. Absolutely send him links to your blog series and let him read your unfinished story.

    Start sending out the story as well. Feedback is always useful, even if it isn’t very pleasant at the time.

    I would be interested in reading the story, but I would probably make a rubbish beta reader.

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  2. #1: I typically don’t let others read my writing until it’s published. I don’t want to be influenced positively/negatively by their opinions (because there was a time that would happen).

    #2: My daughter and I have been talking about what you’ve described. Apparently, there’s some psychological terms for when you remember something so vividly and the other person is like, huh? What’re you talking about? lol

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